That much, Du Yueying could still endure, until the day she found an old sachet under Wei Kun’s pillow.
The sachet was embroidered with mandarin ducks playing in the water, a very common pattern, with an unskilled needlework, obviously the work of someone, who had just started learning embroidery. Du Yueying thought he was using a bad sachet, and didn’t give it much consideration. In any case, it was old, and the Duke’s residence had plenty of better ones, so she let the servants throw it away.
But later that day, after Wei Kun came back to find the sachet gone, instead of getting angry, his complexion turned ashen. His appearance was worse, than if he’d actually gotten angry. He asked where the servant had thrown away the sachet, and when the maidservant answered somewhere in the rear court, he didn’t bother with her further, and rushed to the rear court to search.
So desperate and crazy, as if that sachet was his lifeblood. Without that sachet, he wouldn’t be able to live.
Afterwards, Du Yueying came to know it was Jiang Miaolan, who’d given him that thing. At that time, Jiang Miaolan had been pregnant and could only embroider a little bit each day. Just as she’s finished the sachet, the children had been born. That was the last and only thing she’d given Wei Kun before she left, no wonder it was his treasure.
That was the first time Madam Du clearly realized Jiang Miaolan’s importance in Wei Kun’s heart.
That issue was like a thorn lodged deep into her heart. She gradually found traces of Jiang Miaolan everywhere in her life. For example, he’d frequently look lost in thought as he stared at that sachet; or he’d laugh joyfully when he saw Wei Luo and Wei Changhong; or he’d be better to Wei Luo than to Wei Zheng… As time passed, she hated Jiang Miaolan more and more, and couldn’t wait to remove her pair of daughter and son. Out of sight, out of mind!
So she secretly prepared all these plans.