Chapter 139 Is she no longer angry?

Seeing Bai Yuxin's dazed expression, Meng Yan felt even more embarrassed. She whispered, "What...what's the matter? Can't I do embroidery?" As she spoke, she suddenly became anxious and pinched her, "Do you have it or not?"

Bai Yuxin came back to her senses and chuckled, "Yes, yes, yes, of course. I'll get it for my sister right away." After saying that, she got up and left the house.

Looking at the shy look on my sister's face, it's probably not made for Xiao Doukou, and it's certainly not made for herself.

There is only one man who can be cared about by my sister.

After returning to her room and taking the flower pattern, Bai Yuxin turned back.

Meng Yan looked at the patterns under the lamp. They were all very delicate, but most of the patterns were complicated. It must have been difficult to embroider them.

Bai Yuxin watched from the side and couldn't help but whisper, "Sister, this Baoxiang flower is either a lotus or a peony. It has so many petals and the patterns are so complicated, it's really hard to embroider. There are many other patterns for men, why not choose another one?"

Meng Yan shook her head and said with a smile, "This is the best."

The Baoxianghua is elegant and gorgeous, and it symbolizes auspiciousness and happiness, which is suitable for his status.

Auspicious cloud and dragon patterns are common in the palace. Eight out of ten embroidery pieces produced by the Needlework Bureau are based on these two patterns. The Baoxiang flower is even more novel.

Although, most of her embroidery was not as good as that of the needlework bureau.

Seeing Meng Yan choose a piece of bamboo leaf green material, Bai Yuxin understood more and more, and said, "Sister, it's late tonight, let's rest first. I'll draw the pattern and bring it to you tomorrow morning."

Meng Yan shook her head and smiled, "No need, I want to do this embroidery pattern myself."

Bai Yuxin listened and smiled knowingly. After sitting for a while, she got up and left.

From that day on, Meng Yan prepared the flower-viewing banquet during the day and taught the princess to read. She also took time to go to Shou'an Academy to pay her respects and talk with Empress Dowager Jiang. At night, she embroidered the Baoxiang flower sachet.

Just as Bai Yuxin said, the pattern of Baoxianghua is complicated and very difficult to embroider.

Moreover, Meng's father raised his daughter as if she were his own son, teaching her the arts of music, chess, calligraphy, and painting, as well as the Four Books and Five Classics. Meng Yan even mastered horseback riding, but he neglected needlework. Although the female tutor hired by the Marquisate had taught Meng Yan some lessons, she was never entirely devoted. Thus, despite being the legitimate daughter of the Marquisate, a lady of noble birth, Meng Yan possessed all qualities except needlework.

From the moment I started drawing the pattern, many things went wrong. When I started sewing, the needle either went out of place or the thread went astray.

Meng Yan was busy during the day and had to embroider under the lamp at night. She was not good at it and often could not finish embroidering even a single petal after working all night.

Bai Yuxin wanted to help, but she declined.

She wanted to make this sachet by herself, no matter whether it was good or bad.

After several days of busy work, the arrangements for the flower viewing banquet were finally completed, and the sachet was also roughly finished.

Under the lamp, Meng Yan rubbed her sore eyes, cut off the last thread, and looked at the barely recognizable precious pattern on the sachet. She found it a little funny.

I wonder if the emperor can wear it outside after it is embroidered like this?

No matter what, she tried her best, and her slender hands were full of needle marks in the past two days.

Who asked Lu Haozhi to ask her to do something she was not good at?

Meng Yan placed the sachet into a brocade bag, tied the opening, and placed it on the table beside her.

Looking back at Doukou, the little girl was sleeping soundly on the pillow, her little hands clutching the pillowcase. I don’t know what she was dreaming about, her little mouth opening and closing.

"Mother...Father..."

The hand that was stroking the child's forehead suddenly stopped. Meng Yan was stunned for a moment and sighed softly.

The father Doukou called in her dream must not be Lu Haozhi, but her biological father, Prince Yi. Then the mother she called must be Prince Yi's wife.

Although he had been raised by her for several months and they interacted like real mother and daughter on a daily basis, in the child's heart, his biological parents were irreplaceable.

Meng Yan lay down beside the child and held the tiny body in her arms.

She didn't know whether she could be a good father for Doukou, but she must be a good mother. After all, she was the only one who could rely on the child in her arms.

Because of her past life, Lin Yanrong actually wanted to send Doukou away to marry. Although Meng Yan thought that Lu Haozhi and Queen Mother Jiang might not agree, the future of a child without a mother's true love can be imagined.

Ruizhu, who was guarding the door, saw that the candle was still lit in the room, so she came in and urged, "Your Majesty, it's already three o'clock in the morning, go to bed early. You still have to pay your respects to the Empress Dowager tomorrow morning."

Meng Yan nodded softly, told her to leave, blew out the candles, and fell asleep.

The next day, Meng Yan woke up feeling slightly chilly, so she put on some clothes and looked out the window. She saw that the lake outside had risen slightly and the grass and trees were green. It turned out that it had rained in the second half of the night.

Doukou also woke up early and stayed in bed, refusing to get up, leaving her fabric chicks and ducklings fighting on the mattress.

Yunxiang was on duty today. When she heard the noise, she led the palace maids in one after another, brought face towels, hot water and other things, and helped the imperial concubine and princess to get up.

Of course, Meng Yan would not let Doukou stay in bed. A princess of noble birth should be well-educated. She pulled her out of bed, got her washed and dressed, and then went to Shou'an Academy to pay her respects to Empress Dowager Jiang.

During this period of time, whenever Meng Yan came to Shou'an Academy, she would bring Doukou with her. When she was busy, she would simply leave Doukou here and let the empress dowager take care of her.

Doukou is the biological granddaughter of Empress Dowager Jiang. She is as cute as a snowball. After being taught by Meng Yan these days, she has learned all the etiquette. She is playful and clever like a child, but she knows how to behave. Naturally, she makes Empress Dowager Jiang, the royal grandmother, very happy and treats her like a dear child.

When the two arrived at Shou'an Academy, Empress Dowager Jiang stood up and waited for a while before going in to pay her respects.

Empress Dowager Jiang was in excellent spirits today and was delighted to see them. After offering them a seat, she said with a cheerful smile, "You two mothers are well-informed, having come here so early in the morning."

Meng Yan was confused, but Zang Xiu, standing by, noticed and explained on behalf of the Empress Dowager, "This morning, the Emperor sent Rong An to deliver four pairs of wild ducks and two musk deer. The Empress Dowager had just instructed the kitchen to prepare yam and wild duck porridge and rouge musk deer jerky. She had originally intended to send some to the Imperial Concubine and the Princess, but coincidentally, the Empress Dowager brought the Princess with her."

After hearing this, Meng Yan finally understood that Empress Dowager Jiang loved delicious food, and nothing could make her happier than these delicacies.

But when she heard that Rong An was coming, her heart was moved. She could give the sachet she embroidered last night to him today.

As soon as this thought came to her mind, she became a little restless.

Empress Dowager Jiang saw this, smiled shrewdly, pretended not to know, and ordered breakfast to be served.

After a while, the palace servants brought the food. Meng Yan saw that there was indeed duck meat porridge and rouge pork jerky. Although they looked delicious, she had no appetite because she was worried.

After eating the tasteless meal, she hurriedly took her leave.

Empress Dowager Jiang looked at her from behind, her lips curled slightly, and she held Doukou on her lap and said softly, "Doukou, follow the Imperial Grandmother today. The Imperial Grandmother will teach you to recite the Three Character Classic and give you cakes and pastries to eat."

When Meng Yan returned to Chunze Zhai, she saw Rong An waiting in the hall.

Rong An's body was covered in mud below his knees. It was obvious that the road was very difficult to walk on after the sudden rain last night.

He came up to pay his respects to the imperial concubine. Meng Yan nodded slightly and told Ruizhu to bring the brocade bag over and hand it to him.

Rong An hurriedly took it, only to hear Meng Yan say, "Inside this is a sachet of Baoxiang flower, which is the embroidery that the emperor asked me to do before I left. Now it is finally finished. I would like to trouble Eunuch Rong to take it back and present it to the emperor."

Rong An was astonished. It seemed that the long letters written by the Emperor through the night had truly touched the heart of the Imperial Concubine. In all these years, when had he ever seen the Imperial Concubine threading needles?

Well, the emperor will definitely be happy now, and all his hard work of running back and forth these days will not be in vain.

Thinking of this, Rong An felt quite relieved that his mission was accomplished.

He smiled and asked again, "I dare to ask, does Your Majesty have anything to tell the Emperor?"

Meng Yan paused for a moment before she smiled brightly, "Just tell the Emperor that I know everything."

How should I interpret this sentence which has no beginning or end?

Forget it, the emperor should be happy with the sachet. Let him guess the rest himself. It is not something for Eunuch Rong to worry about.

Rong An carefully put away the brocade bag, kowtowed to Meng Yan, and left.

Meng Yan stood at the door, looking at the clear summer sky, she let out a long sigh, a gentle smile on her lips.

Rong An returned to the imperial city, met Lu Haozhi, and presented the brocade bag to him again.

Lu Haozhi opened it and took a look. The color of the Bamboo Leaf Green sachet was what he liked. It was also embroidered with a large royal blue flower, a rare style in the palace, which was quite interesting.

Yan'er was able to embroider the sachet for him by herself. Does that mean that she is no longer angry?

Lu Haozhi's heart blossomed. Holding the sachet, he grinned and said, "The imperial concubine's needlework is truly exceptional. Look at this morning glory sachet. A needlework bureau couldn't embroider it in ten thousand years!"