Traversing Time and Space: Supporting Actress on a Mission, Keep Your Cool!

"That is the relic of the mother of this palace. The mother of this palace is an outsider who is proficient in embroidery outside the Great Wall, which is a little different from the one in the Central Plains. Unfortunately, the mother is not good at all. It didn't take long for the people in this palace to disappear. This sachet was given to this palace by my father, saying that this is the mother's daughter who had prepared it for this palace."

Upon seeing this, the concubines quickly comforted.

"The embroidery method outside the Great Wall is a bit more complicated, and the colors used are quite bold. Unlike our Central Plains, which pays particular attention to the color matching, the colors should not be too messy to look exquisite."

"But the sachet in this palace was counted when the palace was free. There are also 88 colors on it."

"It doesn't look messy, on the contrary, it's very contrasting, one color after another, if you don't look carefully, you really can't tell.

An Ningxiang squeezed the handkerchief tightly, eighty-eight colors, why is it so like the sachet she picked up when she was a child?

When she counted the colors for the first time, she only counted sixty-six colors. She was a little older and more careful to distinguish them. When she counted eighty-eight colors, she was also shocked.

If she hadn't been taught by her mother, she might not be able to count how many colors there are.

Some colors, the difference is just a little bit, so many colors, in a small sachet, it is really incredible.

That sachet was picked up by the river when she was playing for fun when she was young.

She had been exposed to embroidery since she was a child, and she thought it was worth studying, so she took it home.

She did figure out many special embroidery methods from above, but so far she has not figured it out thoroughly, only learned some superficially.

After entering the palace, the sachet fell in the boudoir.

Later, I asked someone to bring a message to the family, wanting to bring the sachet in. But... the family letter said that she didn't find it, she could only blame it, it should be because she was accidentally lost, and she regretted that she couldn't.

Now listening to Tang Guo's words, An Ningxiang's heart is pounding, isn't it really the sachet left by the noble concubine?

She, who has always been cautious, would never speak when she wanted to know in her heart.

"In that sachet, there is also a small golden lock, which was given by my father," Tang Guo expressed regret, "It's a pity."

This time, An Ningxiang was not calm, she was sure that the sachet belonged to the imperial concubine. When she picked it up, there was indeed a small golden lock in the sachet.

She was not interested in the golden lock, leaving the other party in the sachet, instead studying the embroidery on the sachet every day.

Now that the sachet has been lost, even if it is not lost, An Ningxiang will never admit that he has picked up the sachet, who knows what trouble it will cause.

Tang Guo glanced at the look of An Ningxiang's eyes down, amused in her heart, her eyes turned a bit, and she felt bad thoughts, and asked Mei Lan to prepare pen and ink.

All the concubines thought that she was going to paint and write poems, but she did not expect that it would take her half an hour to draw a small, delicate sachet.

"Here, sisters, look, isn't the sachet lost in this palace very beautiful, more delicate than the one of the nobleman?"

The concubines took a look, didn't they?

What I admire is that the imperial concubine's good drawing skills are clearly dead objects, but they are as lifelike as she painted them. They all thought it was true and wanted to touch them, as if they were drawn with every stitch and thread.

Concubine Meng stood aside, looking at the beautiful woman, a rush of complexity surged in her heart.

She has a stunning appearance and superb painting skills. I heard that the imperial concubine practiced martial arts when she was a child. If it weren't for a later accident, she might be called a peerless beauty who can be both cultural and martial arts.

Such a woman actually entered the palace.

An Ningxiang looked at the familiar sachet, her head lower.

This secret, rot in your heart.