Chapter 25
Song Xuan was not in the palace at the moment, but in his study.
Xiazi glanced at the study lit by candlelight, then stepped forward and asked the palace servant, "Who sent this?"
The palace servant bowed and replied, "Reporting to Eunuch Xia, this screen was delivered by a servant. He said that the gift was too large and encountered some problems along the way at the palace banquet, so it was not delivered on time. Now he asked me to carry it directly back to our palace."
Xiazi frowned, looking at the screen covered with a black cloth in the hall, and the words Xiaoju had said inexplicably came to mind.
A thought struck him, and he quickly walked to the screen, lifted a corner of the black cloth, revealing the embroidery inside.
This is an embroidered painting!
"Quick! Move this embroidery to the study," Xia Xiazi thought with a slight excitement.
This embroidery was likely embroidered by Miss Shen herself; His Highness would surely be very pleased to see it.
Seeing that Xia Zi was so excited, the palace servants dared not ask any more questions and immediately moved the embroidery to the study.
Inside the study, Xia Zi was very attentive: "Your Highness, I have already delivered the medicine. I told the maidservant beside Miss Shen that the injury on Miss Shen's fingertip was caused by embroidery..."
As she spoke, Xiazi turned her gaze to the object covered by a black cloth.
Song Xuan followed Xia Xiazi's gaze and saw that the thing was very large, looking like a screen.
Xia Zi smiled and said, "Your Highness, this was just delivered by a servant from outside the palace. He said there was a slight mishap during transport, which is why it wasn't delivered during the palace banquet. This thing looks even bigger than the coral that Miss Lin gave. The person who gave it to you was very thoughtful."
Song Xuan's heart skipped a beat, and he stood up from his chair.
Xiazi understood and immediately raised her hand to lift the black cloth, but Song Xuan stopped her.
“I have come in person,” Song Xuan said, a glint of light flickering in his gentle eyes.
Having said that, he lifted the black cloth with his large hand, revealing a large painting of peace and prosperity. The painting was embroidered with gold thread, so it shone brightly as if it had its own halo.
The front of the painting "Peace and Prosperity of the Capital" features a light blue background, with the bustling city of Beijing meticulously embroidered on it.
Pedestrians, streets, and buildings are all vividly depicted. To create a good embroidery, one needs not only superb embroidery skills but also a high level of artistic skill.
If one only has embroidery skills but lacks painting skills, the expressions on the faces of passersby would not be so vivid, and the other scenes would not be so moving.
Standing behind Song Xuan, Xia Zi gasped in astonishment and exclaimed, "This embroidery is so exquisite! It's not only fully embroidered, but it's also made with gold thread!"
Embroidering with gold thread is inherently more difficult than with ordinary embroidery thread, let alone embroidering it so finely; it must have taken a great deal of effort. No wonder Miss Shen's fingertips were wrapped in gauze.
Xiazi did not say this aloud. Although he had some guesses, he could not say it openly and could only hint at it.
Song Xuan was thrilled. This painting of peace and prosperity in the capital depicted the stability and golden age of the capital, which was what he had been thinking and what he had been seeking!
As the crown prince, all he sought was peace and tranquility throughout the land!
Noble ladies in the capital tried to please him and get close to him, but none of them knew what he was thinking or what he wanted.
Song Xuan stepped forward, raised his hand to touch the embroidery, and slowly traced the patterns with his fingertips. When his fingertips reached the bottom of the embroidery, his heart began to pound wildly.
In the far corner at the bottom of the embroidery, a temple was embroidered with only a few stitches. Incongruous with the rest of the embroidery, the temple looked dilapidated and inconspicuous; one would easily miss it without careful observation...
Song Xuan stared at the small temple, and memories of that day flooded back, blurry yet becoming more and more real.
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