Such a sentence unexpectedly suppressed the girl’s aggrieved emotions.
"Tell about the embroidery workshop."
After Shen Hua finished that sentence, she added: "The events after arriving in Shengjing."
Cui Yun’s presence was indeed overwhelming. Sounds of tea simring resonated in the room, filling it with fragrance. Er Rong dared not glance further at the man facing the lady.
He quickly said.
"This trip, there are 24 embroidery ladies, 18 of whom, though their stitching isn’t expert, have several years of experience. They are indeed people from our embroidery workshop, and there are two others—"
Er Rong paused.
"They are embroidery ladies specialized in Xiangxiu from our workshop."
"Their embroidery skills are not proficient, as you know, our workshop prioritizes Su Embroidery. It’s embarrassing; they were just to make up numbers."
At this point, Shen Hua was evidently angry.
She had already guessed Shen Qu’s intentions.
It was nothing but using the immature Xiangxiu skills of these embroidery ladies to contrast the eighteen Su Embroidery pieces.
But if one truly loves embroidery works, each embroidery technique and each embroidery lady has its own beauty, incomparable and not allowed to be sullied by such despicable ans.
Su Embroidery is fine, and so naturally is Xiangxiu!
"The remaining four were hired at a high price from the Zhou Family Embroidery Workshop; whatever thods that little girl has used, the Zhou family is furiously resentful to the point of taphorically spitting blood daily."
Shen Hua’s mouth curled into a sarcastic smile.
The Zhou Family Embroidery Workshop is the embroidery workshop that is outperford by Shen’s Embroidery Workshop in Fengzhou City every year.
Indeed, a good embroidery piece may take months or even years, whereas in just three days, one could only pick the simplest patterns.
In that case, no need to utilize too much skill.
Even those embroidery ladies who just started learning would not be too far off the mark.
"Though businessn are crafty, it’s rare to achieve what Shen Qu has done."
Unfortunately, they t an ignorant Shopkeeper of Juchao Pavilion, all small-minded profit-seekers, certainly not out to make friends.
"I am already aware."
Shen Hua: "Since you sneaked out, you should go back early, staying too long may arouse suspicion from Manager Cheng."
"Yes."
Yicui led Er Rong out. After leaving, she asked.
"Is your mother still well?"
Er Rong gratefully replied: "Thanks to the lady’s previous gift of silver, my elderly mother suffered a stroke, but she is still alive."
Yicui lowered her eyes, took out a bag of silver from her sleeve.
"No, I really can’t take this again. I, Er Rong, am not a greedy person."
Yicui spit in disdain: "Look, doesn’t treating illness and buying dicine cost money? How could your ager monthly salary be enough? Just accept what the lady gives you, why refuse?"
Er Rong accepted it: "In the future, even if the lady asks to climb the knife mountain or descend into the sea of fire, I will definitely..."
Yicui smiled.
Considering his genuine pitiable situation, but also her intent to win over people.
Inside the room, Shen Hua was restless.
"I’m done here; I need to go back."
But Cui Yun did not move
"Try the tea I brewed."
He lifted his wide sleeves, picked up the teapot, and as the tea fragrance wafted gently, he poured two cups of tea, one naturally for Shen Hua.
Shen Hua glanced at the tea color: "This little teahouse also has such high-quality tea leaves; it’s indeed rare."
"You know quite a lot."
"Don’t underestimate , I know quite a bit."
Shen Hua lowered her head to fiddle with the beads on her wrist, seemingly indifferent yet deliberate: "If I weren’t a woman managing the embroidery workshop, what business would Shen Qu have here."
She muttered resentfully: "It’s just that the rules are set, pressurized by the clan elders. It was initially my Daddy’s property, yet in the end, it benefits outsiders, and I am not allowed to involve myself at all. The slightest dissatisfaction, and I am labeled as rebellious and unfilial."
Shen Hua indeed dwelt on what she had just heard.
She is petty and bears grudges for a long ti.
And Cui Yun knows all her embarrassnts. There’s no need to cover anything up anymore.
"I am quite extre. If I can’t have it, I’d rather destroy it. The Marquis might guess, how long can he keep the embroidery workshop running under his control?"
Cui Yun’s eyes are more profound than the moonlight.
He naturally would not guess. The man’s sleeve unintentionally creased, which he patiently smoothed out.
"It’s not his, and coveting it will not last long."
Maybe the girl looked pitiable, so he rarely spoke more: "Juchao Pavilion won’t be pleased for long. You also don’t need to worry too much."
Shen Hua squinted her eyes: "What do you an?"
"The boss behind Yifeng Hall is not simple."
She nodded: "I have already had it investigated, both Yifeng Hall and Juchao Pavilion’s boss are ordinary rchants, and having so connections in Shengjing to stabilize their footing is natural."
She had more to say but suddenly stopped.
"Does the Marquis an there is soone else behind Yifeng Hall’s real owner?"
Cui Yun added another cup of tea.
"The better Juchao Pavilion’s embroidery sells, the more leverage falls into the hands of Yifeng Hall."
And Yifeng Hall will drag Juchao Pavilion into hell at the best mont.
Shen Hua was stunned and silent, not drinking her tea any longer. She was very asured, not delving deeper, and turned back to drinking her diluted wine. Wei Yingying was the only one who could get drunk on it.
Shen Hua pursed her lips; listening made her feel much relieved.
She did not dwell too much on it and suddenly changed the topic.
"Do you think the Third Prince is simple?"
Cui Yun frowned and looked steadily at her. Before he could respond, Shen Hua spoke for herself.
"He looks really thin and malnourished. Silent and seems to fear strangers."
"But he lifts Wei Yingying effortlessly."
Shen Hua beca slightly excited, feeling she had discovered a secret: "Did you see that! He lifted her with just one hand!"
Cui Yun was silent for a mont.
"Is that difficult?"
But facing the girl’s sparkling eyes, he spoke unhurriedly: "He has been bullied daily for years, displeasing noble people, even going hungry for days, he often carried heavy loads at the docks, and he also worked in mines. To him, lifting Miss Wei is nothing significant."
Oh.
Alright then.
Shen Hua pouted.
She lowered her head to continue playing with her beads but did not notice the flicker of darkness in Cui Yun’s eyes.
Ji Teng was originally the most outstanding among all princes.
However, after Consort Shao’s incident, he constantly claid illness and disliked appearing in public, and when he was to be sent as a hostage, he never pleaded for favor even once.
If such a person were suppressed and beca ek, it would be fine. But if he returns with hatred, Shengjing will finally beco interesting again.
After finishing the tea, both rose to their feet, with Shen Hua following behind Cui Yun. The girl, listless, regained her lackadaisical deanor.
She clutched her handkerchief, pretending to be tenderly lancholic: "Life is so hard."
It was unclear whether she was referring to herself or Ji Teng.
Cui Yun paused, Shen Hua, unprepared, nearly bumped into him. Her slender hand instinctively tightened around the man’s arm.
"Let go."
"Oh."
Shen Hua thought he was really dull.
She annoyingly first cocked her forefinger and thumb, then loosened the middle finger, bit by bit pulling away.
Cui Yun felt as if a feather was tickling his chest, neither too light nor too heavy, yet still uncomfortable.
Watching her behavior, the man stared intently for a long ti: "Do you still want to eat the pastries from last ti?"
Cui Yun: "To sweeten your mouth."
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