Peonies are embroidered on the moon-white satin, with upright dark green branches, broad leaves, and blazing fiery red petals, so bright and gorgeous that they are beyond compare.
The needle was threaded one by one, and the white fingers were holding the needle, just about to thread the needle again.
"hiss--"
The blood dripped onto the peony, making it even redder.
The needlework that was almost finished was thrown away, and the whole basket of needles and thread fell to the ground.
"Xi'er, this is your future dowry, how can you just throw it away?"
The beautiful woman quickly picked up the embroidery and brushed off the non-existent dust.
Qianxi gets angry when she looks at her mother.
Even if she loses her temper, her mother is wholeheartedly doing it for her own good.
She shouldn't lose her temper, as her mother forces her to do this and that every day.
"Mom, I really don't have any talent!"
Her mother had already drawn the pattern for her, and the maid had already embroidered most of it for her. She only needed to embroider the last small flower bud to finish the work.
What can I do——
My hand was pricked.
The beautiful woman couldn't help but get anxious. "If you don't embroider, how are you going to kill time?"
Qianxi: ...
As the daughter of a noble family, Yun Qianxi was born into a noble family. She did not have to plant rice under the scorching sun like a peasant woman for a year's rice porridge, nor did she have to waste an hour with another woman using an abacus for a copper coin like a merchant woman.
Qianxi looked at her mother seriously, "I want to distance myself from her!"
The beautiful woman frowned, "The academy is a place only men can go."
Qianxi was unconvinced, "I'm the Prime Minister's daughter, how could I be inferior to an ordinary man?"
"Throughout the ages..."
"Rules are made to be broken! If Pangu hadn't created the world with his axe, where would you be? And where would I be?"
The beautiful woman frowned, "Great God Pangu? Who is that?"
Qianxi: ...
Qianxi felt that if she continued arguing with her mother, she would definitely go crazy.
"Xiu'er, as women, we can't compare to men..."
Qianxi quickly stopped the beautiful woman from her endless tirade, "Stop!"
She has been listening to the secular ethics of male superiority and female inferiority for fourteen years. This world full of sexism is really hard to bear.
Ignoring the beautiful woman's attempt to stop her, Qianxi ran out.
The maid Shuangwan bowed to the beautiful woman and ran out.
Qianxi ran so fast that she disappeared as soon as she went out the door. Shuangwan couldn't catch up with her and burst into tears in anxiety. She hurried back home to report to the housekeeper.
——
The market is very lively.
People who play with birds, sell candied haws, and pretty young ladies carrying baskets of flowers gather in groups of three or five to discuss the young masters of this family.
Qianxi bought a string of candied haws and sat next to a group of beautiful young ladies, listening to them raving about the young men who were out of their reach.
Everyone was of similar age. Qianxi was wearing a plain long dress made of a rare but not gorgeous fabric. There was nothing noble about it, and no one regarded her as different.
"The new number one scholar is truly a handsome man. Any woman who marries him will be truly blessed."
Qianxi had met the top scholar. He was quite good-looking, but a little bit mean. He disliked her poor sewing skills and told her mother that he wanted to find a woman who could mend clothes.
Isn’t it just that we can’t afford to support this big Buddha like her?
Can't you just say you have no ability?
You have to belittle her!
"If you ask me, the young master of the Yun family is still the best. He has a good background, a good temperament, good looks, and good talent. I don't know which young lady will end up with him."
Qianxi listened with great interest and didn't even feel the sourness when chewing the candied haws.
He’s her own brother, how could he be any worse?
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