Book Synopsis
Book Tags
Donation Rankings
Comment
0 Comments
You May Also Like
墨書 Inktalez
"Put down your clothes and you can leave," Huxin said, raising her hand to signal Mo Chuan to take the brocade box.
The Black Hawk, holding the brocade box, slightly stiffened his hand and then said in a deep voice, "Miss Xia wouldn't be giving away this Butterfly Dance in the Evening Glow, would she?"
"This is a gift from Gu Xuanhong, isn't it? Since it was given to me, do I really need Master Hong to interfere with how I arrange it?" Huxin replied bluntly, showing no signs of concern on her face.
The Black Hawk was taken aback and inadvertently spoke up for his master.
"Miss Xia, the Colorful Cloud Garment that Prince Ping just sent over is not comparable to the Butterfly Dance in the Evening Glow that your subordinate master carefully selected. The former took only ten years to weave, while this evening glow garment..."
"Enough! Your task is to deliver things, not to bore me with long-winded nonsense! Either put down the items and leave, or take them with you. I only give you the blink of an eye!" As soon as Huxin finished speaking, the Black Hawk quickly handed the brocade box to Mo Chuan and turned to disappear into the night.
Even though the Black Hawk was one of Gu Family Hong Ye's thirteen hawks, he understood Xia Huxin's importance to Master Hong. This Butterfly Dance in the Evening Glow, which took a hundred years to weave just one piece, had been requested by Lady Dieyao for five years without success. Yet now, Master Hong easily gave it to Xia Huxin. After following Gu Xuanhong for many years, how could the Black Hawk not see the difference in value?
After the Black Hawk left, Huxin instructed Mo Chuan to set down the brocade box. Once Mo Chuan withdrew, Huxin gently took out the garment from inside the box. The delicate Butterfly Dance seemed to flutter like a butterfly dancing gracefully in Huxin's palm.
The wonder of the Butterfly Dance lay in its appearance; from a distance, it resembled a serene crimson butterfly in motion—graceful yet understated, elegant yet not gaudy. Up close, however, it revealed intricate craftsmanship; the collar and cuffs of the evening glow garment were embroidered with hidden butterfly patterns made from silk threads. The fluttering butterflies danced lightly, captivating anyone who caught a glimpse.
Such a timeless masterpiece was certainly incomparable to Jing Tian'ao's Seven-Colored Cloud Garment.
But... was Huxin really going to wear this garment out tomorrow? She indeed liked it, but she also knew well what the consequences of wearing it out would be!
At that moment, Mo Chuan's voice sounded heavily from outside.
"Please report to the general that my young lady has already fallen asleep."
"Yao Tai has come not to disturb Miss Xia's rest, but rather to deliver a gift from the general to Miss Xia. After placing the gift down, Yao Tai will take his leave."
The one who spoke was Yao Tai, the cold-faced bodyguard of Liu Yuren. His tone and attitude remained the same as before—brief and to the point, without a single unnecessary word.
"Yao Tai the bodyguard?" Mo Chuan wanted to keep Yao Tai there; after all, a mere guard could not replace his young lady in receiving a gift sent by Liu Yuren.
"Mo Chuan, bring the items inside," Huxin said lightly, a glimmer of coldness flashing in her eyes.
With Liu Yuren's keen insight, how could he not know that both Jing Tian'ao and Gu Xuanhong had sent clothes over? Liu Yuren did not need to instruct Yao Tai to say anything; on the surface, it seemed he was giving Huxin the choice of which outfit to wear. However, this also showcased Liu Yuren's confidence.
He silently wagered with Huxin, believing she would surely like the outfit he had sent.
Huxin understood very well that the more composed a person was, the more impenetrable their thoughts became. Such was Liu Yuren!
Comment 0 Comment Count