Ling Chuxi felt extremely melancholic. It was like having a succulent, delicious roasted duck placed in front of her but she wasn't allowed to touch it. Yes… To Ling Chuxi, such a description was fitting.
After trying for a while, Ling Chuxi had to stop. No matter how clear her memory of the finger gesture was, no matter how accurate her actions were, the movements were meaningless. Since she did not personally experience the power of the finger gesture, it was difficult to comprehend it.
The more she thought about it, the more angry Ling Chuxi became. If that death-deserving fellow hadn't suddenly admitted defeat, she might have figured out the essence of that finger gesture by now!
"Master, what are you doing? Practicing embroidering?" The fifth princess appeared by the doorway of the courtyard and looked at Ling Chuxi curiously.
