Xingxing nodded like a chick pecking at rice.
Xueling was the best.
After staying in the tent for a while, Mrs. Jiang and their tent was arranged a few meters away from Su Jin's tent, close enough to hear each other when calling out.
Exhausted from the journey, Su Jin let Mrs. Jiang and her group rest well.
Xingxing and Xueling did laundry.
The small clothes in hand, the smooth silk made one reluctant to let go.
After looking for a while, Xingxing began to feel disdain for her own young lady's work.
The silk was not as good as the one sent by the Emperor, and the embroidery couldn't compare.
Initially, the embroidery seemed quite good.
But in comparison.
The girl's embroidered little bellyband couldn't be shown.
Holding her young lady's embroidery in one hand and the Emperor's gift in the other, Xingxing looked at Xueling.
Xueling was more distressed, "My heir's wife is even worse at embroidery."
