Jiaming's fingers flew across the embroidery frame, and as time passed, the pattern gradually took shape.
Hongtao was overjoyed. It seemed that her master would be able to finish embroidering the screen soon.
But what's going on?
Hongtao watched as Jiaming's speed suddenly slowed down drastically. She blinked, then blinked again, but the speed remained extremely slow.
As if the scene of fingers and needle dancing rapidly just now was an illusion, she looked around and found that the needlework hadn't become more difficult, and everything else was the same, so she was even more confused.
What kind of trouble is Master up to now?
"!" Red Peach thought to herself, puzzled.
Jiaming worked slowly and steadily, stitch by stitch, until she suddenly stopped.
"Master, what's wrong?" As soon as she finished speaking, Hongtao, who had been frightened by Jiaming's miscarriage, suddenly changed her expression, and worry flashed in her eyes: "Master, are you tired?"
That's certainly possible, otherwise why would the master's movements be getting slower and slower, and now they've even stopped!
Thinking of this possibility, Hongtao, anxious and worried, didn't give Jiaming a chance to speak and immediately said, "Why don't you rest for a while, Master?"
"You're right, we need to rest for a while," Jiaming said lazily, stretching gracefully.
Hongtao, who had been worried after hearing Jiaming's words and thinking her guess had come true, froze when she saw Jiaming's languid and elegant demeanor.
She realized she was overthinking it; her master didn't seem tired at all and appeared quite energetic.
However, the master has only been embroidering for a quarter of an hour, such a short time, why does he need to rest?
After stretching, Jiaming rubbed her belly. "My child, I suppose you're craving something too—well, no, I mean, you're hungry."
Hehe, let's have a good chat later, mother and daughter.
"Red Peach, bring me a plate of red bean pastries. Your little master is hungry."
Hearts: "..." So it's because you're craving something sweet!
Knowing that her mistress's appetite had increased since becoming pregnant, Hongtao said nothing more and simply agreed.
Then, Hongtao noticed that every time Jiaming embroidered for half an hour, she would want to eat snacks, vegetables, soup, and various other treats... Hongtao was amazed by her precise timing.
In short, during Jiaming's embroidery of the screen, there were always some times when she worked very slowly with her needlework, and the rest of the time she just ate. Perhaps because she ate and drank from time to time and took breaks from time to time, even though her embroidery skills were excellent, her speed still couldn't be fast.
However, Hongtao was quite puzzled by her mistress. During the day, she would always take a lot of time to lean against the window and enjoy the spring scenery. When she was in a good mood, she would drink the specially prepared tea for pregnant women and eat a plate or two of snacks. That leisurely life was very comfortable.
Even though you're such a lazy person, you actually picked up your needle and thread and continued embroidering the screen under the lamplight at night!
That's strange!
Furthermore, after slowly embroidering for a few strokes each time, they would give up and stop!
Red Peach was annoyed. Taking this sewing kit in and out every time was such a hassle! Was her master just bored and deliberately teasing her?
Although the main courtyard and the side courtyard are not as vibrant and beautiful in spring as the peach blossom courtyard, they have their own unique charm.
The princess sat in the pavilion, sipping tea and enjoying the spring scenery.
Just then, a maidservant hurried outside the pavilion. Inside the pavilion, Liu Hong walked towards the maidservant, and after the two whispered to each other for a while, Liu Hong turned and walked into the pavilion.
"Master, the people from Taoyuan have sent word."
The princess consort withdrew her gaze from admiring the scenery, looked at Liu Hong, and said calmly, "Let her in and give her an answer."
The maidservant entered respectfully, head bowed and eyes lowered, and gave the Princess Consort a deep bow. "This servant greets the Princess Consort."
!
"Hmm." The Fujin nodded, gesturing for her to rise. After the maid stood up, she asked, "What happened at Peach Courtyard?"
Judging from the Fujin's indifferent expression, one might think she didn't care about Jiaming's situation at all.
But her dark eyes, fixed intently on the maid, clearly revealed her concern for Jiaming.
“Madam, that mistress in Peach Courtyard has been staying in her room every day lately and has never left. Every time I peek, she is busy with needlework.”
Hearing the maid's words, the Princess Consort's lips curled up, her dark eyes sparkling with laughter, but she feigned concern, saying, "Alas, I truly do not wish for my sister Guarjia to have to endure such hardship. However, the gift for the Imperial Mother was somewhat damaged and insufficient. Besides, it is of course better to make it by hand; a small gift carries great meaning! Nevertheless, I feel guilty that my sister Guarjia is pregnant and has to work so hard!"
“There’s no need for you to feel guilty, Madam. You didn’t want to trouble Master Guarjia, so you had no choice,” Liu Hong immediately advised.
"Indeed," the Fujin said helplessly. But in her heart, she was very happy. Excellent! It seemed that the recent busy days had allowed Guarjia to "enjoy" herself quite a bit.
After saying this, the Princess Consort continued to look at the maid and asked, "How is Sister Guarjia doing with her needlework? I'm a little worried that she's slow at needlework and won't be able to finish on time!"
“That mistress of Peach Courtyard is indeed slow at needlework. She works day and night, and has only completed two-fifths of it so far.” After a pause, the maid continued, “I estimate that if that mistress stays in her room working every day for the next five days, she can finish it on time.”
The Princess Consort's eyes flashed with satisfaction, and her face beamed with a smile. "Since Sister Guarjia is so dedicated and able to finish on time, I am relieved."
Yes, if Jiaming stayed indoors busy every day, working on embroidery day and night for five days straight, she would be truly satisfied and at ease.
You know, pregnant women shouldn't overexert themselves. Perhaps… A glint of something sinister flashed in the Fujin's dark eyes, before she quickly regained her composure.
With this guess in mind, the Fujin's mind raced, and worry flashed in her eyes. She opened her mouth and continued to ask, "You've been busy day and night, and Sister Guarjia is pregnant. What if something happens to her? I would feel so guilty and uneasy."
At this point, the Fujin changed the subject, "By the way, how is Sister Guarjia doing lately? Can she make it through these five days? Although it's a bit difficult for Sister Guarjia to say this, the Empress Dowager's birthday gift is also very important."
The maid recalled Jiaming's recent complexion and reported truthfully, "Madam, the mistress in Peach Courtyard doesn't look too well. She has dark circles under her eyes and yawns frequently..."
Upon hearing that Jiaming was not feeling well, a flash of joy crossed the Fujin's eyes, which she then suppressed as she tried her best to suppress the smile that appeared on her lips.
She forced a worried expression and said, "Sigh, it's really hard on my sister Guarjia. What if something happens to her? Maybe..."
“Your Majesty!” Liu Hong immediately interrupted the Fujin’s words, echoing her words, “The body itself knows best how it is. This Princess Guarjia didn’t say anything, which proves that she is just a little tired and can continue.”
The Fujin was extremely virtuous, and said with great concern, "But Sister Guarjia is carrying Master's child, and Master's children..."
(To be continued.)
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