Chapter 51 I didn't prepare a gift for him.
July 30th was the day when Emperor Taizu of Huaimeng Kingdom and his wife pledged their love, so he simply designated it as the Flower and Moon Festival.
The Flower Moon Festival, also known as the Valentine's Day of the Dream Kingdom.
Throughout the land of Huai Meng, all people with feelings cherish this festival.
Even Sang Ji's parents, who were like a pair of fair-weather friends, went to travel to Yunmeng Realm together.
When Sang Ji returned home, she saw two or three pairs of old women, her husband, her maid, and her cousin exchanging summer flowers and tying colorful ropes to the roof beams.
Colorful ribbons flutter and the air is filled with the fragrance of flowers; what a scene of deep affection and sweet romance!
Sang Ji naturally arrived at Liu Jiao's courtyard.
He also prepared a Xiangyun yarn dress that he had ordered from Jinxiu Pavilion long ago.
As a Valentine's Day gift.
Early in the morning, Sang Ji told Liu Jiao that he was going to her place for a meal.
It was evening, but there were no colorful ribbons or summer flowers in her yard.
It was as quiet as ever.
He went into the house alone, lifted the curtain, and saw Liu Jiao sitting quietly at the dining table.
At the dinner table, with fine wine, meat, and dishes, everyone treated him with respect.
The arrangement for dinner tonight is just like that between friends—simple, clean, and respectful.
But it lacked any of the atmosphere that the Flower Moon Festival should have.
She sat upright on the dark wooden stool, looking at him with a kind and calm gaze, like that of a friend.
But they are unlike lovers.
Liu Jiao waited until he came to dine, thus fulfilling all the proper etiquette.
She tried her best to avoid being around him, so she got up and said she was tired.
Ignoring Sang Ji's attempt to stop him, he left directly.
She went back to her bedroom and removed her hairpins.
Only Sui Sui remained, waiting by Sang Ji's side.
The clothes that Sang Ji wanted to give to Liu Jiao were still lying in the black box in his hand.
The room was as quiet as still water.
Sang Ji's expression darkened, and he suddenly asked Sui Sui, who was standing beside him, "Doesn't your master know that today is the Flower and Moon Festival?"
"As my wife, doesn't she know she should celebrate this holiday with her husband? Why is the courtyard so lifeless?" His voice was so deep it seemed to drip water.
"What gift did she prepare for me? She's been keeping it a secret until now. Go ask her, she's so mysterious."
Every year, he would shrink his neck as he went to deliver messages.
Soon, Sui Sui will come back.
Sang Ji tapped his fingers quietly on the table.
She replied in a low voice:
"Madam said that if you wish to celebrate the holiday, you can have a meal with her. As for a gift... Madam asked what you like, and she has instructed her servants to go and buy it now..."
"She didn't prepare a gift?"
Sang Ji frowned and interrupted Sui Sui in a cold voice.
“Yes…” Seeing Sang Ji’s frighteningly sour face, Sui Sui’s voice grew softer and softer.
Just as Sui Sui was about to defend Liu Jiao, Sang Ji had already stormed off.
Before long, Sang Ji, holding a half-finished embroidery pattern, ignored Sui Sui's attempts to stop him and barged into Liu Jiao's room.
As the wind blew in, Liu Jiao's shoulders trembled. Seeing the newcomer...
As she tried to dodge, Sang Ji grabbed her wrist.
Sang Ji casually tossed the needle, thread, and embroidery pattern he had prepared onto the bed and said nonchalantly:
"Didn't you embroider something for me during the Shangsi Festival? Why didn't you embroider anything for the Flower and Moon Festival this year?"
He approached, his voice cold and threatening: "Xiu is not as good as you, girl..."
His voice was chilling, and he drew his sword from his waist.
Sui Sui exclaimed in surprise.
He looked down at Liu Jiao, who was forced to look up at him.
Liu Jiao looked at him, a hint of sorrow flashing in her eyes.
But it was gone very quickly.
"Okay, fine, just don't kill Sui Sui!"
Liu Jiao's hands hadn't touched needle and thread for many days, and now that she did, her hands trembled slightly.
No longer with ease.
Seeing her reluctance, Sang Ji lost his temper and said, "Then embroider mandarin ducks. I'll watch you embroider them, and when they're done, give them to me."
Liu Jiao gritted her teeth, struggling to control her wrist, which was already injured and unusable, and placed a stitch on the embroidery cloth—
For a long, long time, the tangled needlework, stitch by stitch, stung Sang Ji's eyes.
Why is she so unwilling to embroider a pair of mandarin ducks?
The embroidery is so crooked and uneven; it's definitely not Liu Jiao's skill level.
He had witnessed her embroidery skills.
Very impressive.
Are you not even willing to give him a perfunctory response?
Sang Ji gripped her wrist, unwilling to see her reluctance any longer.
He looked at her embroidery and clicked his tongue softly.
"The embroidery is very poor."
He recalled, "Even the princess's embroidery when she was ten years old wasn't this bad."
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