He Lan Yun stood before Song Yunzhao's embroidery, staring at the picture in silence.
'What on earth is this supposed to be? A wildcat pouncing on a butterfly?'
'Never mind that the cat is fat and plump—its head is half the size of its body. It looks utterly bizarre, but the longer I look, the more I find it has a sliver of charm.'
'I must be going crazy. How could Song Yunzhao embroider something like this and still have the audacity to claim it's good? The nerve.'
A crowd had gathered around Song Yunzhao's embroidery. It was unclear who laughed first, but the sound soon spread and grew louder.
Song Yexi's expression was grim. She knew Yun Zhao had received His Majesty's favor today, and these girls were green with envy, just waiting for an excuse to tear her down. This embroidery had become the perfect pretext.
Song Yexi was deeply frustrated with her cousin. 'If only Yun Zhao had bothered to practice more, she wouldn't be the subject of ridicule today.'
