Zhu Jin sat alone in the temporary classroom for an entire afternoon.

When he came out of the temporary classroom, he met the female prison boss, who gave Zhu Jin a notice.

People all over the world are very concerned about the condition of the former Princess Nan. The prison has already discussed with the media and will film a video of Zhu Jin completing the commissioned task received by the prison from outside in the morning, so that everyone can see the condition of Princess Nan.

Zhu Jin was still unfamiliar with the media, and guessed the general meaning. Naturally, she was reluctant, but she had no room to refuse. Before going to bed at night, she looked at her roughened hands and made hand lotion with the flowers and plants she had brought back, and used them for maintenance.

The next day, after cutting the flowers, I quickly picked some more flowers and plants. After breakfast, I carefully applied hand lotion and was taken to the workshop.

As soon as he entered the workshop, Zhu Jin felt a sense of familiarity. All the people who had appeared in front of him before were unfamiliar, but this workshop looked familiar.

Although the books, papers, and embroidery frames have all changed a little, they are still recognizable.

"Miss Lian Nan, this is an embroidery commissioned by the museum. Please take some time to embroider it." The female prison boss took an exquisite box from the shelf next to the embroidery frame and took out a piece of embroidery cloth that was about one foot wide and two feet long. She carefully put the embroidery cloth into the embroidery frame. The originally large embroidery frame quickly became much smaller after she moved it. Zhu Jin also saw the gorgeously blooming Zhu Jin flower painted on the embroidery cloth.

"I'll still draw the picture according to your previous rules. These are needles and threads." The female prison head finished explaining and said, "We are about to start shooting. Please let Miss Lian Nan start."

"Hmm." Zhu Jin responded casually, and looked carefully at the embroidered cloth that seemed simple but had exquisite dark patterns. He touched it and found it smooth and soft. If he hadn't taken good care of his hands, he would have wasted this good material.

Zhu Jin thought about the pattern, picked up the needle which was obviously much thicker than the embroidery needle, looked at it, deftly selected the thread, threaded the needle, and lowered her head to embroider. Her ten fingers flew, her movements were extremely fast and skillful, but the speed was well-balanced. Her slender fingers were as nimble as busy and fluttering butterflies, like a painting, a dance, pleasing to the eye.

The female prison boss was watching in a daze.

The audience in front of the media were as stunned as she was. This was the first time everyone had seen the former Princess Nan since she was imprisoned, but they didn't expect to see Lian Nan like this.

I had seen this scene many times before, and I enjoyed and discussed it at that time, but this time everyone fell silent, and no one spoke. After a long time, comments appeared on the online platform one by one, "It feels very strange..."

"An indescribable beauty..." "It makes people calm..."

A female reporter who was pregnant in the hospital watched intently and made a comment after a while, "Princess Nan has a kind of quiet beauty..."

As a journalist, this female journalist who takes rigor as her working principle used the three words "Princess Nan".

Just as her comment was posted, the short video ended. When the prison boss read the online reactions, he couldn't help but nod when he saw her comment. He looked at Zhu Jin who was still embroidering seriously and said, "The filming is over. Miss Lian Nan can take a rest before embroidering."

"No need to rest so soon. We have only been embroidering for a short while." Zhu Jin responded without stopping.

"Don't force yourself." The female prison boss advised again, and Zhu Jin nodded slightly.

"Ms. Lian Nan looks so beautiful when she embroiders, much prettier than those noble ladies." The head of the prison looked at her for a while and couldn't help but sigh, "Although they also received similar education as the princess, they just can't do as well as you."

"Really?" Zhu Jin was slightly stunned.

She never thought that someone would compliment her on the way she embroidered. She was nearly five feet tall at the time, standing out among the slender and pretty girls. Even Shang Lu's petite mother didn't like her body shape.

Shang Lu was her neighbor. He moved in when she was ten years old. She was born in a medical family but her mother died early and she had no one to discipline her. She grew up with her father in the family clinic. Although she did not learn it deliberately, she learned some medical skills by observation. She met Shang Lu who had a nosebleed and helped him. Then they often played together.

Shang's mother didn't like her. She thought she didn't have her mother's upbringing and didn't know how to do needlework and cook like a lady from a wealthy family. Later, after she made her feelings clear to Shang Lu, she begged her father to hire an embroiderer and learned from her and the cook for three or four years.

At first, my hands never fully recovered. They were constantly pierced by needles, burns, and knife wounds. Only later did they slowly get better.

She learned needlework, cooking, and housekeeping, and kept the household in order, but her mother began to dislike the way she embroidered because she thought it was ungentlemanly and ugly.

Since they were dissatisfied with her, it was useless for her to learn anything. But in the end, even though both parents opposed it and Shang's mother was so angry that she fell ill, and on the condition that she broke off ties with her father, they still got engaged because of Shang Lu's operation and her insistence.

They were engaged for only one day.

On the day when the parents of both parties were forced to make an engagement, the street where Shang Lu and Zhu's family lived was involved in a military and bandit incident. Shang Lu was innocently implicated and many servants died. She died trying to block an arrow shot at Shang Lu.

Die willingly.

In her brief last moments, looking at Shang Lu, whose face was hideous and in a state of madness, she prayed to God to let her soul be immortal, or at least to let her stay with Shang Lu until he cheered up.

God seemed to have heard her prayers. After her death, her soul remained immortal and stayed by Shang Lu's side, accompanying him when he was heartbroken, in pain, and even attempted suicide.

Maybe she was sincere, and slowly, as long as her soul was by his side, comforting him and relying on her, he would calm down.

At that time, she sincerely thanked God for allowing her to stay with Shang Lu.

She thought it was God's compensation and mercy, but in the very end she found out that it was actually God's punishment for her.

Although Shang Lu and Lian Zhen left like that the day before, they still arrived on time the next day. Lian Zhen looked haggard and Shang Lu had dark eyes.

After entering the temporary classroom, Shang Lu put headphones on Lian Zhen and asked her to practice writing while he placed a pile of books he brought in front of Zhu Jin.

The prison staff told him that the books were to be used as teaching materials, but in fact, they contained many history and reference books. Shang Lu sorted the books and lowered his head to avoid Zhu Jin's gaze. "I think you are not familiar with this world yet, so I brought them to you. If you don't understand anything, just ask me."

This was the first sentence Shang Lu said when he saw Zhu Jin again. Lian Nan was 21 years old. He was 23 years old in this life and had known Lian Nan for 21 years. However, it was not until yesterday that he recalled his memories of his previous life and found that Lian Nan had turned into Zhu Jin. He guessed that Zhu Jin had not been here for long.

Just like he looked exactly the same as in his previous life, Lian Nan looked exactly like Zhu Jin in his previous life, so he thought this was Zhu Jin's second life.

He owed Zhu Jin too much, so he wanted to help her.

After hearing what he said, Zhu Jin couldn't deny his idea.

She knew him too well, better than she knew herself, and she didn't want to say anything more, as it would be useless anyway.