This certainly was not an easy physical task; waking up early and working late were extremely exhausting, yet the rewards were very generous.
Qiao Qingyu thought deeply and extensively, drifting into contemplation, but soon she remembered something she had forgotten— the knot, the one Han Xianglan had repeatedly instructed her about yesterday.
Everyone had finished breakfast and was drinking tea in the living room.
Qiao Qingyu brought out the knot. Before she could even speak, Wu Xiucai's face changed dramatically, his eyes fixated on the knot. Without waiting for Qiao Qingyu to hand it to him, he somewhat ungracefully snatched it from her hands.
Tears streamed down Wu Xiucai's cheeks.
"This is the Longevity and Peace Knot that my wife made for our daughter, Qian Yun."
"She learned this weaving method from an old palace maid who had come from the palace."
"Every knot carries a story, carries a significance."
"This thread isn't ordinary, it's made from golden silk."
