All the maids in the room knelt down and crooked their arms in salute as Yelu Yan approached, saying, "Greetings, Khan."
Li Xianyun stood up, hesitating between saluting or not.
Yelu Yan looked at Li Xianyun's adorably conflicted expression, his lips curving upwards involuntarily, "Didn't I tell you to rest? Why are you working again?"
Li Xianyun looked at him and said, "I was idle anyway, so I thought I might as well do something."
Youlan signalled to the maids inside the room with her eyes, and they prepared to quietly leave.
Seeing this, Li Xianyun's red lips parted lightly, "Don't go, my ladies. I still have to tell you how to leave margins on the embroidery hoops."
A truly exquisite embroidered piece doesn't need too many stitches; with just a few threading lines, a beautiful artistic conception can be created.
And this beauty of artistic conception was precisely what the embroideresses were diligently seeking.
