Not to mention the preparations made by the parents, older brother, and housekeepers for the move.
Lin Yun has already started designing the drafts. As a modern woman of the 21st century, she is used to being decisive and efficient, and she gets to work as soon as she says she'll do it.
She leaned over the table, the tip of her fine brush dipped in cinnabar, and drew a smooth arc on the paper.
After being here for more than a month, she has become more and more adept at using the calligraphy brush.
"Miss, it's past midnight, aren't you going to rest?" Xiao Tao rubbed her sleepy eyes and brought over a cup of warm honey water.
Lin Yun took the water, her fingertips gently stroking the rim of the cup, subtly adding a sliver of spiritual spring water, her gaze never leaving the drawing: "Wait a little longer, the curve of these butterfly wings is still a bit off."
Her painting depicts a butterfly poised for flight, its wings outlined with fine gold thread, the joints designed like bamboo knots, and adorned with dangling silk pearls.
This is a design she reimagined, combining the dynamism of later jewelry with the opulence of the Qing Dynasty.
The edges of the drawing were densely marked with dimensions: butterfly wings 1.2 inches wide, pearl diameter 0.3 inches, silk thread length 3 inches...
Xiao Tao took a closer look and exclaimed in amazement, "This butterfly looks like it's alive!"
Lin Yun smiled slightly and tapped the blueprint with her fingertip: "That's not all."
Look, the butterfly wing pattern uses gradient enamel, which will gradually change from dark blue to lake blue in the sunlight. If you pair it with a moon-white cheongsam and add a kingfisher feather hairpin...
She paused, then suddenly got up and walked to the dressing table. She took a box of rouge from the drawer, dabbed a little with her fingertip, and gently applied it to the space next to the drawing.
"In terms of makeup, the eyebrows should be lightly swept with dark blue, and the lips should be light vermilion, echoing the color of butterfly wings."
She intentionally cultivated Xiao Tao's aesthetic sense. This little girl was talented and hardworking, and given time, she could help her take on important responsibilities.
Xiao Tao was stunned: "Miss, your ingenuity is probably even better than that of the ladies in the palace!"
Lin Yun shook her head and chuckled: "It's just borrowing the wisdom of our predecessors."
She looked down at the paper, but her thoughts drifted away.
Some of these design concepts were treasures she had seen in museums in her previous life, while others were the essence of jewelry craftsmanship in later generations.
Today, the fusion of Qing Dynasty aesthetics has surprisingly sparked a unique synergy.
She picked up her brush and continued to draw the next piece of jewelry—an armlet with a lotus scroll pattern.
The lotus branches are coiled using filigree techniques, with a pigeon-blood ruby inlaid at the stamen, while the lotus leaves are carved from jade as thin as cicada wings, with the veins clearly visible.
She noted in the margin: "Wear a light purple wide-sleeved shirt with silver thread embroidered on the cuffs; makeup should be light, and a flower ornament can be applied between the eyebrows, to signify 'untainted lotus heart'."
A cool night breeze blew, and the candle wick popped open with a "snap," creating a small flame.
Lin Yun put down her pen, rubbed her sore wrists, and glanced at the five completed drawings on the table, a sense of satisfaction welling up inside her.
Each of these designs is infused with her ingenuity, conforming to current trends while subtly possessing a timeless aesthetic.
Having not slept all night, Zhang Ma had been simmering chicken soup on the small stove all night. When it was ready, Lin's mother brought it in and said, "Yun'er, drink some chicken soup to nourish your body."
Lin Yun took the chicken soup from her mother. The warm porcelain bowl soothed her palms, and in the rising steam, she noticed the fine lines at the corners of her mother's eyes and the silver strands at her temples.
Throughout her life, these calloused hands have always offered warmth when she was most exhausted—whether it was a lamp late at night or a bowl of porridge in the morning.
She suddenly leaned in and hugged her mother, the familiar scent of soap lingering around her nose, her eyes slightly warm.
In this unfamiliar time and space, this unreserved affection is more precious than any magic touch.
I wonder if the original owner of this body swapped bodies with her. She is an only child. If so, that would be better than me disappearing.
Otherwise, what would their parents do?
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but hug Lin's mother tightly again.
Lin's mother gently patted her back and hummed a nursery rhyme from her childhood. The hoarse tune was like a gentle rain, drenching the barren wasteland in her heart that had been parched by the time travel.
At this moment, she was no longer a stranger in a foreign land, but simply her mother's pampered little daughter.
"Mother, I have to deliver my manuscript today, so please don't wait for me to eat."
"Okay, be careful, and bring your guards."
When she heard that Chen Yu had blocked her way last time, Lin's mother was so frightened that she didn't sleep well all night.
"knew."
Linglong Pavilion was unusually lively today. The manager was directing the shop assistants to wipe the display windows when he saw Lin Yun enter. He quickly came up to her and said, "Miss Lin, you've come at the right time! Young Master Xie instructed that you be invited to the private room on the third floor as soon as you arrive."
Lin Yun nodded and followed the shopkeeper upstairs.
The elegant room is by the window, where sunlight filters through the carved latticework, casting dappled patterns of light on the floor tiles.
A short while later, Xie Yu came up; it seemed the manager had notified him.
Xie Yu continued to wave his fan as he slowly walked over, a slight smile playing on his lips: "Miss Lin looks quite well today."
Lin Yun stood up, bowed, smiled calmly, and pushed the brocade box in her hand towards the table: "Young Master Xie, please take a look. Do you find these pleasing to the eye?"
Xie Yu opened the brocade box, took out the pattern, and examined it carefully.
His gaze gradually shifted from casual to focused, finally settling on the design of the armlet. His fingertips gently traced the ruby markings: "This lotus pattern... it's almost as if it's alive."
Lin Yun picked up her teacup, concealing the smile on her lips: "Thank you for your kind words, young master. I have noted the matching clothes and makeup for each piece of jewelry. If customers like any of them, I can recommend them to them as well, which will naturally make the business even more prosperous."
Xie Yu looked up at her, a hint of admiration flashing in his eyes: "Miss Lin is indeed quick-witted." It was worth it for him not to give up.
This Miss Lin is truly remarkable; her work is a masterpiece from the very first stroke of her pen.
However, he suppressed his excitement, after all, it all depended on whether the customer would buy it.
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