The teaching matron returned the courtesy, offered some meaningless pleasantries, and then announced the day's objective: a test of their needlework.
Palace maids soon came forward to distribute needles, thread, and embroidery frames, and the vast Qiushui Pavilion suddenly felt much more crowded.
Song Yunzhao silently stared at the needle and thread. 'Her needlework was actually better than it had been in her past life, but she'd never practiced it with any real dedication, so it was merely so-so.'
Song Yexi, seeing Song Yunzhao's expression, smiled and said, "All that slacking off back at the residence... I bet you're regretting it now, aren't you?"
Song Yunzhao retorted stubbornly, "If I actually get serious, I can still manage something decent-looking."
Song Yexi didn't call her bluff. 'To stand out among the concubine candidates, simply being 'decent-looking' wouldn't be nearly enough.'
