Yan Yue pouted in dissatisfaction: "That's so tacky, it would be better to embroider mandarin ducks."
As they were talking, Heyue accidentally pricked her finger, hissed, and put her finger in her mouth with a pained expression.
Yan Yue gloated: "See, see, embroidery is so hard. Why bother learning embroidery? Horse riding is much more enjoyable."
"Hmph, you don't understand." He Yue raised her eyebrows and continued with a bitter face.
Yan Yue grabbed his hand, looked at the numerous needle marks on his chubby little hand, and angrily snatched the embroidery away: "You're not allowed to embroider anymore, give me a rest."
"Alright, let's rest for a while." Seeing that she was really angry, Heyue didn't pretend to be stubborn and smiled as she put down the embroidery.
Yan Yue's expression softened.
After the medicine was applied to her finger, and Yan Yue left, He Yue lay on the bed, staring at her thickly bandaged finger, and pouted resentfully. It was so painful! Why did they have to have embroidery as a profession in ancient times?
Yu Ying brought over a plate of pastries, looking at He Yue's sorrowful expression with amusement: "Since you don't like it, why make things difficult for yourself?"
Heyue wrinkled her nose, her face full of bitterness and resentment: "What can I do? You know I used to be very good at writing and embroidery, and Father and Mother were always proud of me. But these days I've been getting out of control, and Mother is very angry. I don't want to make Mother angry, and I don't want to disappoint her. Maybe if I go back to being the person I used to be, Mother won't be so angry, and she won't have to worry about me. That way, I'll still be the daughter Father and Mother were proud of, and they'll be happier. By the way, has Mother been looking for you lately? What did she ask you?" Heyue suddenly sat up, her eyes shining like stars, and asked urgently.
Yu Ying smiled and said, "Madam only asked about the princess's diet and daily life, and asked me to take good care of her."
He Yue picked up a red bean pastry, about to eat it, but upon hearing this, she paused, her gaze falling on the red bean pastry in her hand, and regretfully put it back.
Yu Ying asked, puzzled, "What's wrong, Princess? Is it not to your liking?"
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