Chapter 63: Taking Credit and The Crown Prince

Gu Huaizhi’s gaze shifted, his eyes dark and deep as he stared at Su Wan, as if trying to see through her.

Did she know that he was the one who ordered the move?

But her face was very calm, without any abnormalities.

Was she testing him?

Gu Huaizhi’s fingers casually resting on his knee tapped lightly a few times, his eyes slightly narrowed, “Really? Who was the benefactor who helped?”

“Secret.” Su Wan’s cheeks showed a shallow dimple, her clear and bright eyes seemed even brighter. The corners of her mouth slightly raised, “Even if I told you, you wouldn’t know.”

Gu Huaizhi raised his eyebrow slightly, and laughed, “You’re right, I, a farmer’s son, indeed don’t know many people.”

Su Wan was stunned for a moment, leaning against the carriage wall, and looked at him sideways.

Gu Huaizhi’s eyes were warm, his expression relaxed, truly a picture of leisure.

As if it was just a casual remark.

The carriage happened to stop, and Su Wan didn’t bother to think about whether his words had a deeper meaning.

Su Wan jumped off the carriage and went straight to the shoemaker’s shop.

Gu Huaizhi slightly lifted the curtain, his dark eyes staring at Su Wan standing at the counter talking with the shopkeeper, seeming to be getting along well, she showed a bright smile.

He was silent for a moment, got off the carriage, and entered the shop.

Su Wan happened to have selected a dozen pairs of cloth shoes.

Gu Huaizhi glanced lightly and noticed that the sizes of the shoes were different.

A thought suddenly rose in his heart.

Was Su Wan not testing him, but someone was taking credit for his work?

Gu Huaizhi’s mood did not get any relief, but his face became even more gloomy.

Unfortunately, this kind of thing, he couldn’t explain.

Su Wan paid the money, picked up the large cloth bundle, turned around and saw Gu Huaizhi’s cold face, as if someone owed him 258,000^[1]二五八萬 = 258,000, is a Chinese idiom used to express a large amount, and doesn’t literally mean 258,000. It’s used here to exaggerate Gu Huaizhi’s displeased expression., glanced at the large cloth bundle hanging on her shoulder, and thought that Gu Huaizhi was unhappy with her for spending money recklessly.

“This is the money I earned myself, I didn’t spend your money.”

As soon as these words came out, she met Gu Huaizhi’s cold gaze, like a cold knife, and knew that his mood seemed to be even worse.

Su Wan didn’t have time to figure out where she said the wrong thing.

Gu Huaizhi turned around and left, got on the carriage.

Su Wan: “??”

Angry when she spends his money.

Throws a tantrum when she doesn’t spend his money.

This man is too moody, isn’t he?

Su Wan got on the carriage, took off the bundle from her shoulder, took out a pair of shoes, confirmed that it was his size, and threw it into his arms with a stinky face.

Gu Huaizhi’s eyelashes trembled, slowly lifted the curtain, his black eyes looked at Su Wan.

Su Wan sneered, turned her face away and didn’t look at him.

Who doesn’t have a temper?

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Capital City, East Palace.

Su Mixue sat in the richly decorated bedroom with carved beams and painted rafters, wearing a rare red skirt, which made her look extremely beautiful. The light radiating from her clear and cold eyes, compared to her usual clean and soft appearance, was even more noble and compelling.

She was holding a needle and thread in her hand, making undergarments for the crown prince.

There was a hurried footsteps outside the palace, Su Mixue looked up, and saw Qing Huan came in from outside, and handed her a letter: “Princess, there is a letter from Xinghua Village.”

Su Mixue’s eyebrows furrowed, did Madam Jiang got their hands on it so quickly?

She opened the letter neatly, Su Mixue frowned even more when she saw the contents inside.

Xihe Town is not considered wealthy in the Great Zhou Kingdom, the most famous is the Xihe Academy. Besides that, there are no outstanding heroes, let alone a divine doctor!

If Xihe Town really has a divine doctor, why is it so unknown?

At least she has been in Xihe Town for more than ten years, and has never heard of any divine doctor.

Su Mixue didn’t care and burned the letter, just thought Madam Jiang wanted to take advantage from her.

Qing Huan was very observant, seeing Su Mixue’s unhappy expression, she didn’t touch her moldy head, and changed the topic: “The crown prince is in Wan Feng Hall, are you going to accompany him for dinner now?”

“Let’s go.” Su Mixue saw that it was getting late, folded the half-sewn clothes, put them in the needle and thread basket, and took the palace maid to Wan Feng Hall.

The palace maids and eunuchs all bowed in salute.

Su Mixue walked to the door and heard the crown prince’s voice from inside: “Did Doctor Liu said that a divine doctor has appeared in Xihe Town, who can cure Marquis of Dingyuan’s poison?”