Ming Dynasty: Empress Ma and I swapped clothes!

Chapter 74 Men Are Better Tailors Too! The Postponed Silkworm-Raising Ceremony

Zhu Di left with a smug laugh.

His behavior naturally aroused suspicion in the hearts of Zhu Shuang and Zhu Gang, who had nothing better to do.

The two looked at each other, and then Zhu Gang said, "Second brother, could it be that we have misunderstood Mother?"

Otherwise, how could Xiao Si be like this?

Xiao Si isn't the kind of person he is; he can't keep too much to himself.

Upon hearing this, Zhu Shuang also felt that it made a lot of sense.

For him, it was simply a matter of going to Kunning Palace again.

Since we haven't paid our respects yet, why not take this opportunity to do so?

"Walk."

Without further ado, Zhu Shuang waved his hand and led his younger brother straight toward Kunning Palace.

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At this moment, Kunning Palace is undergoing a thorough cleaning, and all the previously set-up weaving machines are being brought out so that Ma Wenxiang can weave cloth in preparation for the upcoming silkworm-raising ceremony.

Ma Wenxiang didn't take it seriously; it was just some delicate work.

So what if he did it? At worst, he'll just be a good tailor.

Women are tailors, but history has shown that men can be excellent tailors too.

Ma Wenxiang still had some curiosity.

Suddenly, Zhu Shuang and Zhu Gang appeared at the gate of Kunning Palace.

Upon seeing this, Ma Wenxiang chuckled, waved to them, and said directly, "You've come at just the right time. Hurry up and get moving, don't slack off here."

All these textile machines had to be moved out one by one, and the dust on them had to be carefully wiped away with a rag.

What are you still standing there for?

What's wrong? Have you already disobeyed your mother after only a few days back in the palace?

Ma Wenxiang rolled up his sleeves, looked around, and seemed to be imitating his mother's previous actions, searching for a rolling pin.

However, this is Kunning Palace, not Old Ma's kitchen, nor the Imperial Kitchen of the palace, so where would a rolling pin come from?

Ma Wenxiang searched around for a long time, but only found the small golden pole next to him.

He weighed it in his hand, found it convenient, and then put on a fierce look to scare the two brats in front of him, saying directly to them, "What, aren't you going yet?"

As soon as Ma Wenxiang gave the order, Zhu Shuang immediately replied, "I'll go right away."

"If Mother tells me to go, I will definitely go. I will definitely be a good boy/girl."

As he spoke, Zhu Shuang eagerly and excitedly grabbed Zhu Gang next to him.

The two left, their faces beaming with excitement, jumping and gesturing wildly, much like Zhu Di had done before.

The two had just left Kunning Palace and were out of Ma Wenxiang's sight.

Then one by one they said, "I understand."

Zhu Gang suddenly spoke up, "Last time, Father was present, so Mother couldn't do it. It's a little secret between us and Mother, isn't it, Second Brother?"

Zhu Gang clapped his little hands, a hint of excitement showing on his face.

"Ha ha ha ha."

Zhu Shuang laughed heartily after hearing this, patted his good younger brother on the shoulder, and then said to him, "Little San, you've finally come to your senses."

When Father was alive, Mother naturally had to put on an act, just like us.

Weren't we just eating in a restrained manner during those previous meals?

Now that Father Emperor is gone, Mother Empress has become Mother again.

"Hurry up and do as your mother says, go get a rag, and give her room a good cleaning."

"Uh-huh."

Zhu Gang smiled slightly, his little face beaming with joy, as if the two of them were particularly enthusiastic about doing these things.

Ma Wenxiang still didn't seem to care much about it.

After all, he was already quite adept at giving orders to those two brats back in that village in the capital.

If Zhu Shuang and Zhu Gang were already grown-up princes, Ma Wenxiang would certainly not have been so bold. But now, regardless of whether they were members of the royal family or not, in Ma Wenxiang's eyes they were just children.

The lethality was actually quite average, so Ma Wenxiang had no psychological burden whatsoever.

When I get to work, I feel like there's nothing really that big of a deal with it, no matter where I am.

Zhu Di was working hard at the moment, while Su Qing'er and Sun Miaoran, who were also busy with him, scratched their heads at the sight, but couldn't say anything for a long time.

"Sun Miaoran, what's going on? It seems like the princes are quite fond of this scoundrel. They were never this happy when they were with the Empress before."

Su Qing'er pursed her nose, naturally not very happy about it.

You must know that in her eyes, her own empress is the most important person. Apart from His Majesty, there are few people in the world who can compare to her. In fact, many times, even His Majesty's position in Su Qing'er's heart is not as high.

Sun Miaoran had seen it clearly just now, so at this point, she probably had some guesses in her mind. So she chuckled and said, "It can be considered a lucky accident."

Your Highnesses are skilled in both literature and military affairs, and they can certainly display their talents. They have Hanlin scholars to teach them, as well as other teachers in the palace. They probably know all the principles of the world.

But it was precisely this familial affection he felt for ordinary people that mattered, because, after all, the princes were still just children. Moreover, His Majesty had the Empress, and his attitude towards the Crown Prince and the other princes was quite clear on the surface.

Sun Miaoran spoke in a low voice.

These words were spoken.

Su Qing'er sighed deeply.

Before she mistakenly entered the palace, she was also from a commoner family.

There is also an older brother in the family.

She roughly knew what it felt like to be biased towards sons over daughters, so when Sun Miaoran brought it up, she roughly understood the meaning.

"So that's how it is. In that case, Your Highness really can't compare to this wicked fellow."

As Su Qing'er muttered to herself, she looked at Ma Wenxiang again, pursed her lips, and seemed to temporarily admit to herself that this bad guy did indeed have some skills.

However, Su Qing'er still said, "It was just a lucky break."

Sun Miaoran, however, had a different perspective: "It doesn't matter if it's a black cat or a white cat, as long as it catches mice, it's a good cat."

"As long as he can complete the task assigned by the Empress, his future prospects will be remarkable, and his contribution in disciplining the princes has always been considerable."

Even if one day in the future, when the princes learn the truth, they will probably still remember his kindness.

The princes are actually quite good at heart.

Sun Miaoran's gaze shifted slightly, landing directly on Ma Wenxiang.

Although he appears to be a man, his every move reveals his kind heart and warm spirit. The more Sun Miaoran spends with him, the more convinced she becomes of him as her ideal man.

Although this young man is not of high status and is just an ordinary person, his character is enough to satisfy her. She will not suffer any grievances after marrying him.

It is quite rare in this world.

Ordinary men, however, would never have such empathy, much less such a peaceful mindset as their mistress, who treats everyone around her as equals, without any distinction of rank or status.

Many things, when you spend time together day and night, will reveal their true nature over time; that is something that cannot be faked no matter what.