The Lady's Sickly Husband

C64. Windfall, Root Sculpture Business

It was true that Nizi mastered an even better needlework than her mother.

As the says went, the tailor made the man. wearing the well-suited cotton jacket, Mo Qianxue looked no longer plump but much slimmer.

She looked in the bronze mirror again and again, vey satisfied. Though her body was only fifteen years old, it was a well-grown mature one with attractive curves. The face wasn't a typical pretty one, but she had strong features, giving her a special touch of dignified bearing.

Nizi embroidered around the collar a small cluster of grey-mouse fur that had been left by her mother when she was still an embroidering woman. The fur added a trace of nobility to her.

Ning Shaoqing was sipping a cup of hot tea, smiling and staring at Mo Qianxue turning around and checking in front of the mirror.

He remembered that a few years ago he had hunted a white fox whose fur was snowy-white without any other color. If to make her a coat with that fur, he supposed she would look further prettier.

Alright. After this winter, he would hunt one fox for her.

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Nizi worked hard and behaved nice, not only making clothes for her, but also taking over all the household chores such as laundry, dusting, and cleaning. Through these days' nutrient caring, the girl's health improved a lot, and what coming with that was her increasing stubbornness to do all the housework for Mo Qianxue.

She also found it easy and leisurely to have someone serving her. Mo Qianxue didn't cherish the naïve thought of freedom, equality and doing everything on her own.

She enjoyed the service she paid for. In the future, if the business ran well and when she made a small fortune, she would buy herself and Ning Shaoqing a few girl servants to enjoy the idle life of a landlord.

Of course, when they more than enough money to support their lives, she would take Ning Shaoqing to visit all famous doctors in the country, which was also her original motivation to insist on making money.

She didn't believe that there wasn't a way to remove the cold poison out of him.

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The construction at the dock started eight days ago, and now the house took a rough. Mo Qianxue stood there, browsing the construction sketch, very content.

She was planning what furniture to put where and where to put some decorations...

When a familiar voice rang from behind her, "Mrs. Ning, our young lord is waiting for you."

What young lord? To strike such an attitude? Mo Qianxue turned around and saw Xin Yiming's servant Gao Lang.

Then following Gao Lang's gesture to look up to the river, she found next to the willow a pavilion, a person, a table, a teapot, a jade flute, all forming an exquisite picture...

A few days ago, she heard that the eldest young lord of the county magistrate donated money to build an octagonal pavilion over there to provide a place to take a rest or avoid the sun for passers-by.

At that time, Mo Qianxue applauded for it, praising that this Xin Yiming was smart person who knew how to earn reputation for himself. To her surprise, the building of the pavilion just finished today, and this young lord showed up.

She had interest to talk with smart people, so she paced over.

She wasn't a noble young lady, after all. People wouldn't gossip about a country woman even if she talked with a man in public.

"How are you, lord Xin?"

Seeing her stepping into the pavilion, Xin Yiming didn't get up but only slightly looked up, "Mrs. Ning or master Ning. Good to see you again after so long. How are you?"