"Please have a seat, Ruoxi!" Xu Jingwan's expression was calm, her tone steady.
"Thank you, Princess Consort." Shen Ruoxi's voice carried a clear sense of detachment, her words seemingly wrapped in frost.
Xu Jingwan didn't correct her address, simply asked lightly, "Ruoxi, what brings you here this time?"
Shen Ruoxi slightly lowered her eyes, hiding the complex emotions in them, and said softly, "Cousin Jue has become the top scholar, and I haven't congratulated him yet. I'm bringing him a painting.
And the date for his wedding is set. This Mandarin Duck Pillow is handmade by me. I'm giving it to Cousin Jue and his future bride as a blessing for their happiness."
Xu Jingwan lowered her head, her gaze falling on the Mandarin Duck Pillow.
The mandarin ducks, embroidered with gold thread and jade silk, were vividly lifelike and exceptionally exquisite, and the pair of pillows emitted a delicate fragrance, refreshing and soothing the senses.
