Ling Hua's embroidery skills were indeed exceptional. Since she was young, under her mother's strict supervision, she had mastered everything through immense hard work.
Yan Qing had never seen a woman making clothes before, and now as he watched, Ling Hua was as serene as a painting. None of the arrogance, flaunting, and devilish temperament that Qin Huan complained about were present, and he couldn't detect any of the intimidating sharpness everyone spoke of with fear, either. No matter how one looked at her, she seemed like a gentle girl suitable for marriage and home-making.
But he knew she was anything but a gentle and harmless girl fit for home and hearth!
Her name, Ling Hua, echoed throughout Houliang. She was formidable enough to argue with the Crown Prince in front of everyone, her face pale from being thrown down from the second floor one moment, yet she could confidently enter the palace the next to request a Sweat-Blood Precious Horse from His Majesty.
