"Mrs. Xian, is this...?" Yang Ruoqing asked.

Tuoba Xian sat there dignifiedly, holding a bowl of tea in her hand, but did not drink it.

His eyes fell on the three boxes, and a soft and loving curve appeared on his face.

"These are the clothes and shoes I made for Feng Tang."

She said softly.

"It has been nineteen years, and every year I have to buy him a pair of shoes and make him a set of clothes."

"ah?"

Yang Ruoqing was surprised.

Even though she knew her son might no longer be alive, Tuoba Xian still insisted on doing this?

"Mrs. Xian, as a princess of a country, how can you have so much free time?" Yang Ruoqing asked again.

These little clothes, shoes, socks, hats, etc. are so beautifully made.

It must have been made by the imperial embroiderer in Daliao Palace, right?

Yang Ruoqing thought to herself.

Here, Tuoba Xian said: "No matter how busy I am, I have to spare some time and do something for my son with my own hands!"

"What?" Yang Ruoqing was even more surprised.

"Are you saying that these clothes, shoes and socks were not made by the embroiderer, but by you yourself?" Yang Ruoqing asked again.

Tuoba Xian glanced at Yang Ruoqing and nodded.

"Mother, make some clothes and shoes for your son. Do you need to borrow someone else's hand for such a small thing?"

She asked, and seeing Yang Ruoqing's expression again, she couldn't help laughing.

"You girl, stop making such a fuss."

Tuoba Xian said, "I called you here tonight because I wanted to tell you."

"Please accept the contents of these three boxes."

"Fengtang...I missed his growth."

"The small clothes, shoes, socks and hats are given to you and Fengtang's children to wear. It can make up for my regret as a grandmother!"

Hearing Tuoba Xian's words, Yang Ruoqing was deeply moved.

Maternal love really has nothing to do with identity or status!

Over there, Tuoba Xian saw that Yang Ruoqing was stunned and didn't move, and there was a trace of uneasiness on the woman's face.

"I have seen the wedding dress your mother made for you, and her embroidery skills make me ashamed."

"Don't dislike these little clothes. Just accept them, okay?" she asked.

Yang Ruoqing finally came to her senses.

Suppressing the complicated emotions surging in her heart, she took a step forward and said to Tuoba Xian: "What did Mrs. Xian say? I don't care about these things."

"When Tang Yazi saw it later, he would definitely be happier and understand your painstaking efforts better."

Tangyazi has been envious of other children for having their mother love her since she was a child.

Eat the food cooked by your mother and wear the clothes made by your mother.

These requirements, which are insignificant in the eyes of others, are the most unattainable dreams for him.

And now, what he was missing will be made up for in his children.

In his heart, he will definitely be very considerate.

When Tuoba Xian heard Yang Ruoqing's words, a hint of bitterness appeared on her lips.

"I'm an incompetent mother, that's all. Let's not talk about it anymore."

"Tomorrow is a good day for you and Feng Tang. You go back early and have a good rest tonight. Tomorrow you will be radiant and marry Feng Tang as your wife."

"Well, then I'll take my leave first, and Mrs. Xian, please go to bed early." Yang Ruoqing bowed and was about to leave.

He was stopped by Tuoba Xian again.

"In private, you can call me mother. There is no such thing as madam. I prefer my daughter-in-law to call me mother," the woman said.

Yang Ruoqing's eyes flashed and she lowered her eyes obediently.

"Mom, please rest early. My wife has to take leave first."

"Well, okay, you go ahead!"

…

On the way back, Yang Ruoqing was still filled with emotion.

When she returned to the house, Mrs. Sun and Mrs. Sun were also waiting for her in the house.

Seeing Yang Ruoqing coming back, Mrs. Sun hurriedly stood up and came over, holding Yang Ruoqing's hand: "Have you seen the wedding dress? Do you like it?"

Yang Ruoqing smiled happily, hugged Sun's arm and leaned on her shoulder: "As long as it's made by my mother, I like it!"

Mrs. Sun also smiled and stroked Yang Ruoqing's head lovingly.

"The days go by so fast. I still vaguely remember you as a child, running on the fields and dams."

"In this blink of an eye, I will get married tomorrow..."

The woman's eyes turned red as she spoke.

Seeing that Mrs. Sun was about to burst into tears, Mrs. Sun quickly came over to persuade her.

"Mother Qing'er, Qing'er isn't married yet, why are you crying?"

"Hahaha, stop crying now. If you want to cry, you have to leave it until tomorrow." Da Sun said.

Yang Ruoqing said: "Auntie, why are you persuading people like this?"

Then, she looked at Mrs. Sun and said, "Mom, I'm telling you, you are not allowed to cry when I get married tomorrow!"

Sun's voice was hoarse: "Why?"

Yang Ruoqing said: "When I get married, I'm not marrying into another village."

"I just moved out of this courtyard at home and lived in the larger, more luxurious courtyard next door."

"What's the matter? Just stand at the door of the yard and shout, and I'll hear you."

"Tell me, why are you sad? Right?"

After hearing Yang Ruoqing's words, Sun's mood improved a little.

"Well, I'll try my best not to cry," she said.

Yang Ruoqing smiled and said: "That's right. If you cry, why would I be in the mood to go out, right?"

"When the time comes, I look back at you while I'm walking, and accidentally step on the hem of the wedding dress, causing me to fall over. Everyone will laugh to death!"

"No, no, you must not cry!" she said.

Mrs. Sun burst into tears and laughed.

"You are the only one who is wrong."

A few people chatted and laughed for a while, and Mrs. Sun gave some instructions on the steps for tomorrow's wedding and the etiquette to pay attention to.

Then, Mrs. Sun and Mrs. Sun stood up and planned to leave.

Xiaoyu and Cao Bamei did not move because they had agreed in advance that they would stay with Yang Ruoqing tonight.

Not long after Mrs. Sun and Mrs. Sun left, Mrs. Sun came back again.

And called Cao Bamei out of the house.

After a while, Cao Bamei came back alone, her face flushed.

"Qing'er, your aunt asked me to come over and teach you something." She said quietly.

"What?"

Yang Ruoqing is making the bed and getting ready to go to bed.

Cao Bamei said: "Come to me and I will tell you."

Yang Ruoqing did not doubt that he was there and actually walked over. Cao Bamei pulled her to one side and muttered a few words into her ear.

Yang Ruoqing's face suddenly turned red.

"Ah, my aunt asked you to teach me this?" She couldn't believe it.

Cao Bamei nodded.

"We went to the toilet while it was raining, so we just talked."

"Don't be ashamed, this is how we women get married," Cao Bamei said.

Yang Ruoqing's eyes flickered.

Of course she knows how to make a bridal chamber.

I have watched some short films from the island country.

However, Yang Ruoqing was quite curious about the boudoir experience passed down from generation to generation among women in this era.

So, he deliberately tricked Cao Bamei.

"What is the method of getting married? If you want to say it, just make it clear. If you say it vaguely, I don't understand it even more!" she said.
Chapter completed!