The next day, when Zhuang Xiaoyu woke up, there was no one around, only Yinling was lying on a low couch not far away, soundly asleep.

Zhuang Xiaoyu was puzzled, woke her up, and asked, "Yu Sui, when did you come in?"

Yinling was no stranger to Zhuang Xiaoyu's mistake, "I came over after the high priest went out last night. Ma'am, you are heavy now. I'm afraid you need tea or something. I'll sleep in it so I can serve you."

Zhuang Xiaoyu became more and more puzzled: "Where is the high priest?"

Yinling faltered: "This... slave doesn't know."

Zhuang Xiaoyu didn't think much about it, and after getting up and dressing up in the clothes under the service of Yinling, she twisted the food box and went to the study to find Qin Wuyan.

Seeing her coming, the guards and Zhuang Qingyun who were gathering in the study looked at her with complicated eyes.

Qin Wuyan was very happy, and hurriedly said: "Just do as I said just now, go."

Everyone dispersed, but Zhuang Qingyun stood up slowly, looking deeply at Zhuang Xiaoyu, "Madam, did you sleep well last night?"

Zhuang Xiaoyu smiled, nodded and said, "Very good."

Zhuang Qingyun asked again: "Have you ever woken up?"

Zhuang Xiaoyu shook her head: "Never, I don't even know when Yu Sui came to my room."

Zhuang Qingyun nodded: "Madam sleep well."

As he spoke, he lowered his eyes and left the study room.

Zhuang Xiaoyu put the food box on the desk, "Your eye sockets are green, why didn't you sleep well?"

Qin Wuyan nodded slightly, and opened the food box: "I was ill a few days ago, and some things were delayed, and I will be busy recently."

Zhuang Xiaoyu sat down opposite him, holding his face in both hands and watching him slowly eating the porridge, his smile was like a demure and blooming peach blossom, dazzling, completely different from the madness of last night.

When Qin Wuyan finished eating slowly, Zhuang Xiaoyu was afraid of disturbing his work, so he twisted the food box and left, returning to the bedroom.

Thinking of the yellowish jacket he was wearing, Zhuang Xiaoyu felt that he must not be a virtuous person in the past, and he did not fulfill the responsibilities of a wife at all.

Then he opened the cabinet door and the bottom of the box, looking for needles, threads and cloth, intending to make another coat for Qin Wuyan.

But when he opened the lid of the box, he saw men's clothes that had been cut in pieces scattered inside. The clothes were not completely finished, but they were cut in pieces.

Zhuang Xiaoyu stared at the rags for a moment, and a woman with scissors in her mind cut up the coat that she had worked so hard to finish, as if her heart was blocked by something, that kind of oppressive and dull feeling Feelings surged into her heart in an instant, and she was a little out of breath due to suffocation.

Zhuang Xiaoyu pressed the palm of her hand on her heart, and asked herself, what can a woman ask for if she has such a husband?

But she didn't have the slightest sweet impression in her mind. On the contrary, facing Qin Wuyan, when she occasionally remembered the past, she would feel a dull feeling.

The attachment to Qin Wuyan can't be fooled, but when facing that man, there will be a pain like a needle in the heart, so it can't be fooled either.

The more so, the more Zhuang Xiaoyu wanted to remember the past and find out the truth.

She and Qin Wuyan must have experienced some unhappy things, otherwise, it would be impossible to become the current situation.

Zhuang Xiaoyu closed the box, faced with the cotton cloth and needlework, but fell into deep thought.

Yin Ling came in and out, saw her quietly in a daze, and asked cautiously: "Ma'am, what's wrong with you?"

Zhuang Xiaoyu blinked and stared at Yinling: "Why don't you just learn how they call me Madam, shouldn't you call me Miss?"