Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
Looking down, Feng Wu realized how intimate their position was…
She blushed and jumped off Jun Linyuan right away.
Jun Linyuan cleared his throat.
It felt very awkward…
Feng Wu broke the silence first.
Resting her hands on her waist, she glowered at Jun Linyuan. “What do I have to do to get that abnormal flame bead? Tell me!”
Little Phoenix was in tears.
Jun Linyuan cleared his throat and resumed his haughty manner. He then sat down on the chaise lounge and played with the abnormal flame bead in his hand before glancing at Feng Wu. “Did you forget what I told you last time?”
Last time? When was that? Feng Wu really couldn’t remember.
However, Little Phoenix remembered everything and reminded Feng Wu, “The pouch! The pouch!”
“Oh, right —” That jogged Feng Wu’s memory.
Jun Linyuan had given her a difficult task: he would trade the abnormal flame bead for a pouch.
And he wouldn’t take one of the embroidered ones her beautiful mother made, but insisted that Feng Wu had to make one herself. What kind of request was that?
Feng Wu said helplessly, “But I can’t do embroidery… plus, my hands hurt. You’re asking too much!”
After waking up in this body, she had learned a lot of things from her master, but needlework wasn’t one of them.
“Then forget about the bead.” Jun Linyuan looked at the abnormal flame bead and murmured indifferently, “I’ll consume it myself. It’ll improve my cultivation.”
“Don’t! Please don’t —” Feng Wu grabbed his sleeve. “I’ll do it! Alright?”
Jun Linyuan looked at Feng Wu and shook his head earnestly. “I thought your hands hurt. Let’s call if off.”
Feng Wu snapped, “They don’t hurt now! Really! Not at all!”
Jun Linyuan tilted his head and pondered. “I’m asking too much. That’s not right.”
Feng Wu almost burst into tears!
God damn it! Was Jun Linyuan making fun of her now?
Grabbing Jun Linyuan by his arm, Feng Wu shook her head repeatedly. “No, it’s totally fine! I love needlework, like, a lot! Trust me!”
Jun Linyuan glanced at her. “Really?”
“Yes!” Feng Wu decided to have Qiuling make one for her after she went back home. She would ask Qiuling to do it, which would be like writing with her less-used hand. Jun Linyuan wouldn’t be able to tell the difference.
However, Feng Wu was still thinking about it when —
The crown prince snapped his fingers.
Feng came in with a team.
Yes, a team of people!
There were at least ten of them.
Each was holding an object, from threads and clothes to embroidery frames… Everything one could possibly need for needlework was there.
And there were fabrics of every color and every texture…
Feng Wu broke into a sweat!
Look at all those things! Had he robbed an embroidery shop?!
“It’s just a pouch. What’s the big deal? Jun Linyuan, are you trying to trick me?” Feng Wu threw a dirty look at Jun Linyuan. “If I didn’t know better, it looks like you want me to embroider a screen!”
Jun Linyuan glanced at Feng Wu arrogantly. “It’s my pouch and you need to be very serious about the job.”
That made Feng Wu drop her original plan. She had been thinking about doing it perfunctorily at first.
“What about I finish it at home…”
Jun Linyuan snorted. “Are you sure you won’t have someone do it for you? Like your maid?”
Feng Wu was speechless. How did he know?
She was going to find another excuse when Jun Linyuan pressed her down in a chair. “Do it now!”
