Who would raise a villain as a wife?

After a dizzy spell, Cen Li sat on a stool. He looked at the food on the table, then looked at He Yunjing who was sitting down, and seemed to want to say something but stopped himself.

He Yunjing didn't care. He took the bowl and lowered his head to eat. After eating, he continued to work with needle and thread.

Cen Li watched from the side and tried to stop her several times but always kept his mouth shut. He just watched He Yunjing poking her fingers while pulling the thread, occasionally stopping to poke at the finished embroidery, not knowing if it was wrong or something else.

When Cen Li was young, he saw his mother doing embroidery. It looked quite easy, but He Yunjing looked very funny when he sat up.

Finally, Cen Li left because he couldn't bear to watch it anymore.

He Yunjing just took a look and then lowered her head to continue. After two days of hard work, He Yunjing finally finished the embroidery. She then followed the tutorial to sew the two pieces of cloth with the embroidered patterns together to make it look like a purse.

This is also a technical job. He Yunjing spent a long time on it. After completing the last step, he fell directly onto the bed. He wanted to have a good sleep.

He slept till night, and when Cen Li came back, he saw He Yunjing lying on the bed with his shoes on. He was still holding the purse in his hand, holding it against his chest like a treasure.

He took a quick glance and really didn't understand what He Yunjing was doing, so he just called someone in to help him wash up.

The noise from the palace servants coming in and out was not loud, but He Yunjing still woke up, opened his eyes and sat up, and when the palace servant knelt down to take off his shoes, he put them back. He was really not used to being served in this way.

Looking at Cen Li opposite him, as soon as he opened his hands, someone undressed him and took off his outer robe and hung it neatly on the rack.

Wherever he sat, the servant would kneel down to take off his shoes and wash his feet.

He Yunjing secretly clicked his tongue, took the towel handed to him by the palace servant, wiped his face, and took off his shoes to soak them.

This was the only downside to the ancient times: taking a bath was inconvenient. Not to mention that taking a bath would be good too, but even though he was the emperor now, he only took a bath once every three days in this season.

After cleaning up everything, He Yunjing changed into a pair of cushioned slippers and walked to the window. He stretched out his hand to Cen Li and said, "Let me see your purse."

Cen Li was not very happy, but after hesitating for a moment he took it out from his pocket and handed it over.

He Yunjing took it carefully and looked at it. Although more than ten years had passed, the embroidery skill was still visible. The hands of a lady from a noble family were very skillful.

He Yunjing secretly complained in his heart, took out the one he had embroidered, opened it in front of Cen Li, and put the old purse inside.

He deliberately made it bigger so that it could fit in without damaging his wallet.

Cen Li was a little surprised. He looked at He Yunjing with a complicated expression. What was this?

He Yunjing handed it back very frankly, "This is for you. If you keep it, you won't be afraid of it getting dirty or damaged."

Cen Li did not take it, but just stared at the purse in He Yunjing's hand.

The light blue cloth was embroidered with a flower he had never seen before, which was bright red and very beautiful.

Although the workmanship was not very fine, he watched He Yunjing embroider it stitch by stitch. It was hard to describe the feeling, but he felt a warm current flowing through him.

But He Yunjing had done this before, and now she was embroidering the purse with her own hands.

Cen Li slowly turned his gaze to He Yunjing, but was interrupted by a hand that reached out to him before he could say anything.

He Yunjing forcibly pulled his hand over and put the purse into his palm, "This is my first time doing this, there won't be a next time."

He Yunjing was sincere. He had never done this kind of work before. It was very difficult and he didn't have the patience.

Cen Li subconsciously clenched his fist and whispered, "You don't have to do this."

"It doesn't matter whether you use it or not, it just depends on whether you are willing to do it. I know you have lost your relatives, and maybe you feel that there is nothing in this world worth your nostalgia. But you have to know that life has gains and losses. When you gain something, you will definitely lose something. Similarly, after losing something, you will also gain something.

You don’t have close relatives, but you still have me, and husband and wife are the closest family members.”

He Yunjing spoke very seriously, and at the same time bent down and gave Cen Li a light kiss on the lips.

Just like that, He Yunjing quickly stood up and begged for mercy, "I have been too exhausted these past two days. I am very tired. Even if you are angry, please wait and trouble me tomorrow. Let me rest today."

After saying that, He Yunjing ran back to the bed and lay down. He did not lower the bed curtains, but just turned sideways and looked at Cen Li who was sitting on the couch.

What are you thinking about?

Are you touched or annoyed?

It shouldn't be disgust, at least Cen Li's expression didn't show that kind of emotion.

That's good. He can slowly infiltrate into Cen Li's life and will definitely be able to pull Cen Li out of that kind of thinking.

He Yunjing closed his eyes and fell asleep quickly, but he didn't know that Cen Li was sitting there and staring at him.

He was truly a strange person. No one knew where he came from or what his purpose was, but he just couldn't feel any disgust towards him.

Even though He Yunjing had teased him and taken advantage of him that day, he didn't think about teaching him a lesson, but about avoiding him.

Now the purse in my hand is also heavy.

If we talk about men and women, only the couple who are in love would embroider this by hand and give it to someone as a gift. However, if the couple is in love, the embroidery should be mandarin ducks, or at least peach blossoms. Why is it a bright red flower? He has never seen one before.

Cen Li tightened his grip on the purse, but finally put it back into his arms and lay down quietly.

Regardless of what He Yunjing was thinking or what his purpose was, the purse contained the one made by his mother herself. He would cherish it and keep it close to him.

Maybe it was just random thoughts before falling asleep, but Cen Li actually dreamed of flowers on his purse, blooming one by one and surrounding him. He could even smell the fragrance of the flowers in the air.

It was a very special fragrance, strong but not greasy.

Cen Li looked around and saw two figures at the end of the sea of ​​flowers.

It was very blurry and he couldn't see clearly. He could only see the shorter figure retreating backwards, his body breaking into pieces bit by bit and finally disappearing.

The taller figure just stood there, cold and motionless.

For some reason, Cen Li suddenly felt a sharp pain in his heart. He wanted to chase after him to see clearly, but he was trapped in the sea of ​​flowers and could not get out. He could only watch the figure standing there.

An unknown amount of time had passed before the figure that was left behind slowly turned around, facing him with his blurred facial features. He slowly raised his hand and waved it lightly. Along with a vague voice, Cen Li was also ejected from that strange dream.

Cen Li woke up suddenly, opened his eyes and looked at the familiar furnishings for a long time, unable to come back to his senses. All he could think of was that figure and the last voice, as if it was calling him to go back.

Cen Li was not sure, and at the same time felt that the dream was very strange. It would be fine if he dreamed of flowers, but why did he dream of such a strange scene, just like the story He Yunjing told.

Realizing this, Cen Li couldn't help but turn his head to look at the person on the bed. He Yunjing was sleeping soundly.

Cen Li couldn't help but laugh in his heart. It was just a dream, why did he take it so seriously?

But what he didn't know was that He Yunjing was completely trapped in the same dream.