After Becoming the Hero’s Ex-fiancée

“Lady Zheng, look, this is a new cloud brocade1 from the Jin’s in Hexi.
It took twenty weavers one whole month to complete just this one bolt.
Such a wonderful, atmospheric, mist-like effect— if you put this on, no one can hold a candle against you!”

The shopkeeper of the largest silk fabrics store in the capital stood before the young lady, and bent over slightly in deference; his wide smile creased his aged face into a multitude of wrinkles.

He spoke in complete earnestness from the bottom of his heart, not exaggerating in the slightest.

There wasn’t a single person who wasn’t aware that the Zheng family of Xingyang had only one daughter.
As the sole heir of the family, she had been raised like a precious pearl since childhood.
Her daily meals were only the finest delicacies, all served on jade platters; her stores were filled with plenty of silks and satins so much so that they all seemed as common as cotton to her.

Her family was also something else; Lady Zheng’s father was the Liang court’s most esteemed Senior Grand Secretary, second in rank only to the Emperor; her mother was from the royal Langya clan, which although was said to be in decline, still had wealth and power far beyond that of the average nobility.

When such a lady goes out in her carriage, even a princess would step aside.
On top of that, in two months’ time she would be marrying the future, most revered ruler of the Liang Dynasty, and become the Crown Prince’s consort.

Which girl in the capital, upon the mention of this Lady Zheng, was not full of envy and jealousy, wishing she could take her place?

In the words of the shopkeeper: in this world, there would always be lucky people who were favoured and adored by the Heavens.

But today, this lucky person didn’t seem to be in high spirits; she casually ran her hand over the bolt of fabric that had been presented to her.

“Is this all you have?”

“Yes.
This time, there were only two bolts of cloud brocade in total; one went to Princess Rong Qin, and the remaining one is right here.”

Zheng Wan frowned and let her go first, “Nothing, then shopkeeper, wrap it up.”

“Rong Qin?”

Zheng Wan wrinkled her nose; she’d got to it first again.
“Forget it.
Shopkeeper, wrap this up.”

Although the dark green tones of this brocade were a little too intense, causing it to seem a touch dull, it was, after all, still more out