Flowers not yet withered

The famed War King set his sights on a simple farmer's daughter, not hesitating to keep himself pure as he engaged in nurturing her.
Everyone thought that Sikong Mo, the War King, was destined to be a bachelor for life, but unexpectedly, news came that the renowned War King was to be wed, and his bride was to be a mere farmer's daughter.
The daughters of the rich and noble roared in outrage, "Why her?"
Sikong Mo appeared silently, "Because I said so."
Born of wealthy parents, she was abandoned by them once again, replaced and poisoned, but fate did not forsake her, allowing her to cling stubbornly to life.
Sikong Mo, "I empathize with you, we are a match made in heaven."
Ye Jiu, "No, no, no, we are not the same. I have the Golden Finger, helping me reach the pinnacle of life."
Sikong Mo, "Hmm? Have you forgotten who gave you that Golden Finger?"
Ye Jiu deflated a bit guiltily, and slipped away.
With Plane Space at hand, wealth throughout the world is unparalleled.

My Princess Holds Superpowers

Then, unexpectedly, Ye Jiu added another sentence, "However, although I can't give you mine, there are still many scrap cloths there. You can choose some tomorrow and ask your Sister Qinghua to make them for you. She will agree."


"Mm-hmm." Ye Qingzhi nodded vigorously, her previously dim eyes starting to sparkle again.


Ye Jiu came over and tousled her hair, and then said, "There are also quite a few fabrics in the cupboard. I'll tear off a piece for you later and ask Qinghua to make you two new sets of clothes."


The clothes on Ye Qingzhi's body were very old, handed down from her two older brothers and were already in tatters.


When she had come to the main house, she had only brought two old garments, and the fabric given to her last time was nowhere to be seen. Clearly, it was futile to hope that Mrs. Zhao would make new clothes for her, let alone that they might have even withheld her share of the fabric.


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