“How embarrassing,” I chuckled awkwardly. “I’ve never been good at this, so I’m just cramming at the last minute.”
Jiang Yunqiao waved her hand. “Not at all. In Nanrui, most women don’t know how to embroider. You’ve done well.”
“So what do the girls in Nanrui generally do?” I asked.
She thought for a moment, her lips slightly raised. “Ride horses, hunt, read books… anything is possible.”
“And after marriage?” I inquired.
She laughed. “Nanrui doesn’t have marriage in the traditional sense, only union. Some couples have men earning money while women manage the household, and vice versa. There are no restrictions.”
I imagined An Jin as a virtuous helper and felt envious.
Jiang Yunqiao suddenly looked towards the embroidery workshop’s entrance, her brow furrowing. “Madam, isn’t that Master An?”
I turned my head and saw three people enter.
The one in front was Su Xi, and behind him was An Jin, who wore wide-sleeved light robes, standing gracefully and drawing attention. Beside him was Su Hui, the renowned young lady of Yanfeng.
“What is that woman doing here?” My mother, who had somehow come to our side, had a hint of hostility in her eyes.
Author’s note: Poor Master An… he’s in trouble now…
Chapter Thirty-One: Mother-in-Law Turbulence
“Mother-in-law, what a coincidence.” An Jin subtly pushed aside Su Hui, his expression somewhat ingratiating. “Out shopping for embroidery with A Yao?”
Su Hui looked dazed, seemingly unfamiliar with An Jin’s awkward attempt to curry favor.
My mother glared at him and pulled me over. “A Yao came specifically to learn embroidery. Look at her hand, it’s bleeding! Your husband doesn’t even care to show some sympathy.”
An Jin hastily nodded and approached to inspect my hand. “Are you hurt?”
I shook my head, showing him the embroidered silk scarf. “I embroidered this. How does it look?”
Su Hui stood awkwardly to one side. Su Xi and Su’s madam noticed the situation and came over, exchanging pleasantries and taking her away. The onlookers, finding no more excitement, dispersed.
An Jin noticed the flowers on the silk scarf, his expression suddenly freezing.
“Master An,” Jiang Yunqiao approached lightly.
An Jin tucked the silk scarf into his chest, smiling: “Didn’t expect Miss Jiang to be here.”
