Qi Jingyu drank that bowl of soup, looked at some more memorials, and then fell into a deep sleep.
Early the next morning, he went to the Regent Prince Mansion, bringing along a few recent memorials.
In the spacious backyard, Long Yue and Yun Niang were doing needlework together.
"The child has grown up, and parents always have to worry more. Earlier I suggested you use ready-made clothes from our workshop, but you were unhappy and insisted on making them yourself. Look, you've hurt your hand."
Yun Niang glanced at Long Yue's accidentally pricked hand, where bright red blood seeped out, and she seemed a bit reproachful.
Long Yue smiled slightly, "Isn't it just a careless mistake? I'll be careful next time. Look, this little bit of red on the clothes, is it pretty?"
"It's pretty, like a plum blossom. Sadly, it will wash out."
She glanced at the drop of blood that fell from Long Yue, and chuckled lightly.
