Xie Zhan was not a musician, but playing the zither was like practicing martial arts for him. The outward moves were just superficial; a person's inner strength could not be faked.

Having been seen through, Feng Guang's gaze became somewhat unfocused.

Xie Zhan then asked with a smile, "Since Feng Guang has such great talent, why does he choose to keep it hidden?"

“Because it’s fine as it is now.” Feng Guang looked up and said matter-of-factly, “I don’t have so many things, so people will have fewer expectations and demands of me. I’m happy and carefree like this, isn’t that good?”

In other words, she's just lazy. If others knew that she was proficient in all the arts, she was certain that at any banquet, people would say, "Why don't we ask Miss Xie to play a piece?"

Isn't this just like a performer acting?

Xie Zhan chuckled, "So Feng Guang is actually a wise man who appears foolish."

"Uncle, you flatter me. I'm not as good as you."

Xie Zhan chuckled and took out a package of pastries. "At the palace banquet, I noticed you liked the osmanthus cake from the palace, so I specially had someone bring it out. Would you like some?"

"Yes!" Her eyes lit up, and she quickly took the pastry, took a bite, and said sweetly, "Thank you, Third Uncle!"

"As long as you're happy." Xie Zhan took out another handkerchief, intending to wipe the pastry crumbs from the corner of her mouth, but for some reason, before he could even put the handkerchief to Feng Guang's lips, he had to take it back.

Fengguang asked him, "What's wrong with this handkerchief?"

"I just noticed a thread got caught." Xie Zhan raised his hand and wiped the pastry crumbs from the corner of her mouth with his fingertips. He smiled and said, "Of course, you can't use something that's not good."

But only a tiny thread was sticking out of the handkerchief... so it wasn't a big deal.

Feng Guang snatched the handkerchief from his hand. "You're not just going to throw it away like that, are you?"

"Bad things, of course, can only be thrown away."

"Give it to me, and I'll embroider a flower here..." she said with a smile. "That way, you won't be able to tell that the silk thread was snagged. Besides, it would be a shame to just throw away such a nice handkerchief."

Xie Zhan said helplessly, "Since Feng Guang has said so, then let's stay."

Xie Zhan placed the handkerchief on Feng Guang's desk and left about fifteen minutes later.

Feng Guang took out her needle and thread, looked at the white handkerchief in her hand, pouted, and muttered, "It's just a little bit snagged... it's not a big deal."

Thanks to the system that gave her a cheat code, she could do everything that girls in ancient times could do, such as needlework, which she was practically self-taught.

She embroidered a peach blossom on one corner of the handkerchief, which neatly covered the original scraggly stitches. After finishing all this, she yawned and went to bed.

The next day was much cooler. Feng Guang wanted to return the handkerchief to Xie Zhan, so she didn't stay in bed. She went to Xie Zhan's courtyard early in the morning. The servants in the courtyard didn't announce her arrival, and Feng Guang walked straight in. Unfortunately, she saw Xie Yaoyao talking to Xie Zhan.

"Third Uncle... are you going back to the military camp the day after tomorrow?" Xie Yaoyao's voice sounded a little reluctant. Xie Zhan was the first person to show kindness to her after she woke up. In other words, Xie Yaoyao had a so-called "female bird complex" with Xie Zhan.