The princess regretted it.

Chapter 307 Xu's Clothing Purchase

Mu En seemed to be deaf to Mu Zixuan's aggrieved cry, his face was calm, and he asked calmly: "Why, do you want father to do it?" His tone was as flat as if he was discussing what to eat today, without a trace of emotion.

When Mu Zixuan heard this, his expression instantly fell, like a frost-bitten eggplant. With a pout, he quickly replied, "No! Let's go to Mother!" His expression was so pitiful. He knew that if his father made a move, he would probably fall apart immediately. The servants beside him were trying hard to hold back their laughter at this look.

After finally getting beaten, Mu Zixuan lay on the stool, groaning in pain.

Seeing this, Mu En's face finally showed a look of heartache, and he quickly stepped forward. Mu Zixuan thought his father was coming to comfort him, but before he could calm down, he saw his father gently pull his mother's hand and say softly, "Are you tired? Come and sit down and have some tea." Mu Zixuan watched from the sidelines with such concern, feeling extremely wronged. He secretly thought: Is this still my biological father?

Mu En turned around and saw Mu Zixuan's complaining eyes. He raised his eyebrows and laughed in his heart. "Stinky boy, now you feel the pain, it's time to learn your lesson." Then he said to the servant beside him, "Alright! Take him back to the house first and ask the palace doctor to treat his injuries."

Mu Zixuan rolled his eyes inwardly at the sight of his father's expression. It seemed his father was using him to curry favor with his mother. It was truly aggrieved. Ah Song and the other servants had already stepped forward, carefully helping him to his feet and supporting Mu Zixuan as he slowly moved back.

So, Mu Zixuan began his recuperation period, not even attending the celebration party that evening. Lying on his bed, he groaned as he imagined the possible scenes at the celebration party, feeling regretful. He wished he had followed his cousin earlier. He could have asked him for help and put in some words, perhaps even avoiding this fight.

Of course, it wasn't that no one felt sorry for him. After hearing about his beating, his grandmother, Mrs. Xue, came to visit him, bringing him some delicious food. Mu Zixuan seized the opportunity to complain about his father, lamenting how "heartless" he was, even passing the cane while his mother beat him. He had no idea if his grandmother would reprimand him for this, since his father had always been very filial to her. However, he didn't care about that at the moment; he simply wanted to find someone to talk to and vent his grievances.

Grandmother sat by the bed, holding his hand, and patiently talked to him for a long time, comforting him and giving him advice. Then, she solemnly ordered the servants in the house to take good care of the young master and not to run around before his injury healed, so as not to cause a root cause of the disease. Mu Zixuan listened and understood the deep meaning of his grandmother's words. It was nothing more than asking him to stay at home honestly, heal his injuries, and reflect on his mistakes. He sighed helplessly, and could only lie on the bed like a deflated ball, accepting his fate and obediently healing his injuries.

The bustling streets of the capital were bustling with people and traffic, like a moving scroll of life. Xu, the wife of the Junior Official of the Dali Temple, dressed in a luxurious brocade gown, stepped from the carriage, slightly frail, supported by her maid. With graceful steps, she slowly entered an exquisitely decorated clothing store.

As the Lunar New Year approached, Mrs. Xu thought about buying some fabric to make some clothes for her family. Firstly, it was to suit the occasion, and secondly, it was essential to socialize and socialize during the Lunar New Year. So, she had to prepare a lot of clothes.

Cheng Xiao's disappearance was like a sudden nightmare, shattering her life and leaving her devastated for a long time. During those days, she cried all day, lost her appetite, and couldn't sleep. Her mind was filled with thoughts of her daughter's voice and smile. She asked everyone she could to find out her daughter's whereabouts, but her efforts were like a stone sinking in the ocean, and nothing came of it.

Despite her husband's meticulous efforts, using all his connections and searching for her daughter for so long, there was still no trace of Xiao'er. Time, like a medicine, though bitter, slowly healed her pain. Now, she had slowly come to terms with the harsh reality that her daughter might no longer be alive.

Just a few days ago, she began to feel strangely ill. She suddenly lost her appetite, had no taste for food, and was feeling lethargic. At first, she dismissed it as simply missing her daughter. But as the symptoms became more pronounced, she felt a sense of unease and rushed to see a doctor. Who could have imagined that the doctor would reveal surprising and delightful news—she was pregnant again.

This birth was of immense significance to the couple, and they naturally attached great importance to it. After all, when Cheng Xiao gave birth, she had suffered a difficult labor, which had damaged her health, and the doctor had predicted that she would have difficulty conceiving again. Ever since their daughter's disappearance, her husband, in an effort to comfort her heartbroken daughter, had turned down nearly all social engagements over the past few months and squeezed in as much time as possible to be with her.

Now, unexpectedly, she was pregnant again. One could imagine how delighted her husband's family must have been upon hearing the news. Their joy, like the warm spring sun, instantly dispelled the gloom that had shrouded their hearts for so long. Xu knew full well that her husband's family was surely eager for her to have a boy. In this world, sons truly had a much brighter future than daughters, able to inherit the family business and bring glory to the family.

But every time she thought of her daughter, who might have died tragically, her heart felt like it was being gripped by an invisible hand, aching uncontrollably. It was just like right now, as she stood in the clothing store, her eyes scanning the vibrant colors and fine fabrics, her mind kept uncontrollably picturing her daughter, dressed in those very fabrics, twirling joyfully before her. For a moment, the sadness in her eyes threatened to overflow like a flood.

The maidservant who had been keeping an eye on the mistress's every move knew she was thinking of the eldest daughter again, and she hurried forward to offer comfort. She gently patted the back of Xu's hand and whispered, "Madam, please don't be sad anymore. The eldest daughter's spirit in heaven would surely wish you well. This new life in your belly might just be a blessing from Heaven for our family. You must take good care of yourself."

After hearing what the old woman said, Xu Shi withdrew her thoughts and began to carefully select. What they didn't know was that from the moment they got off the carriage and walked into the shop, there was a pair of eyes watching them silently from a distance.