Shen Cong was startled.
He suddenly remembered the sachet Su Luo had embroidered for Jiang Shu before. The stitching was sparse and chaotic, but Jiang Shu cherished it and wore it on his person.
With her skills, she obviously couldn't have embroidered the delicate and complex screen before him. Besides, knowing her, she wouldn't spend so much time and energy on making these things.
However, she said she prepared it personally.
And she is not one to boast!
Shen Cong carefully looked at the screen, touching every inch of the green lotus leaves, with their intricately detailed petals almost resembling the real thing.
Eventually he ran into a lotus pod hidden among the leaves.
His finger paused and he burst into laughter.
"Give me the candle!"
The butler handed over the candle as instructed. Shen Cong took it and examined the lotus pod carefully.
