Chapter 12 — That Day of Reconciliation, the God of War Former Husband Resolved Not to Let Go

Surrounded by mostly libraries and shops selling office treasures, ancient books, calligraphy and paintings, the situation is extremely suitable for trading in high-end embroidery. I'm satisfied with a two-story store. The store has two floors up and down, and at the back there is also a quiet small courtyard that can be used both for living and to successfully renovate an embroidery workshop. After Treasurer Sun learned of my plan, although she felt a bit regretful because she was about to lose the best silver swordswoman, she still expressed understanding. They even proactively offered to contribute money to help us open the store, or quietly provided some extra support if needed. I skillfully refused her good intentions, deciding to rely entirely on myself. I took out all the silver I had accumulated over the past few months, gritted my teeth and sold the heavy gold brooch that my mother had given me as a dowry that year - something that had always been forced at the bottom of the chest, unable to touch it - and finally reluctantly gathered enough silver to buy back the shop and make simple repairs. I named my tu ward "Cam Tam Tu Phuong". On the day we hang the opening sign, we don't make too much of a fuss. Just invited Shopkeeper Sun and a few ladies he knew to have a simple fire-fighting meal in the shop. Looking at the brand new sign at the front door, with four delicate and soft words "Cam Tam Tu Phuong" written on it, my eyes couldn't help but feel a little hotter. This place is the true rebirth place of my So Chieu. Tu Phuong's business was not considered too fast at first, but it was very stable. Based on the reputation previously accumulated at Van Thuong Cac and the exclusive patterns designed by us wholeheartedly, Tu Phuong gradually attracted a fixed group of customers. We insist on maintaining quality, the materials used are carefully selected, the embroidery is exquisite, and the prices are a bit more realistic than Van Thuong Cac's - after all, there are fewer middlemen - so gradually we have built our own reputation. I personally led the disciples, selected a few poor girls who were both smart and honest, and patiently taught them the magic. As for Xuan Dao, he helps me manage daily tasks in the shop, naturally becoming my great housekeeper. The days are busy but peaceful, every day is full of hope. I used to think that life would continue peacefully and happily like this forever. Until Hoac Quyet appeared again. It was an afternoon with light snow falling and there weren't many customers in the shop. I am in the room on the second floor, instructing a new girl to practice a new type of needle technique. Xuan Dao ran up the stairs, his face looking a bit strange, with a bit of nervousness and... disgust? “Miss… he… he's here!” "Who?" I didn't raise my head, still staring intently at the needle and thread in that little girl's hand. “Hoo… General Huo!” Xuan Dao lowered his voice. "Downstairs in the store! Just wanted to see someone!" The needle in my hand stopped slightly. Him? Why come again? “Just say I'm not here.” My tone was light and I continued to give pointers to the little girl. "The needle must be light, the pointing must be accurate, don't be hasty..." "I told you!" Xuan Dao replied impatiently. "The servant said you had gone out! But he... he didn't believe it! Just sat there waiting! He also said that if he didn't see you, he wouldn't go! Moreover... moreover, he looked east and west, examining everything!" I frowned slightly. Putting down the embroidery frame in my hand, I stood up and walked to the window, gently lifting a corner of the curtain to look down. Sure enough, in the shop on the first floor, the man wearing a black brocade robe, his body still tall and straight, was standing with his back to the stairs, hands clasped behind his back, slowly looking at the embroidery samples hanging on the wall. The posture is casual, but carries a sense of existence that others cannot take lightly. The elementary students and the assistants all stood nervously in the corner of the room, not even daring to breathe loudly. It seemed he felt the gaze coming from upstairs, suddenly turned around and raised his head. Some distance away, our eyes suddenly met in mid-air

central. His eyes were much more complex and profound than when they met on the street corner before. There was no longer the anger and contempt from before, instead there was a kind of suppressed gloom, even carrying a trace of scrutiny and... confusion?