Transmigrated Canon Fodder, Please Calm Down! Chapter 455

“That is a relic from my mother. My mother was a person from beyond the borders, skilled in embroidery techniques different from those in the Central Plains. Unfortunately, her health was weak, and she passed away not long after giving birth to me. This sachet was given to me by my father, who said it was something my mother had prepared for me a long time ago.”

The concubines quickly offered words of comfort.

“The embroidery techniques from beyond the borders are slightly more intricate, and their use of colors is quite bold. Unlike us in the Central Plains, who pay special attention to color combinations to ensure they appear elegant and not too chaotic.”

“But the sachet my mother left me… When I had some time, I counted the colors on it and found there were eighty-eight different shades.”

“It doesn’t look messy at all; in fact, the colors are very harmonious, one transitioning seamlessly into the next. If you don’t look carefully, you wouldn’t even notice.”

An Ningxiang clutched her handkerchief tightly. Eighty-eight colors—why did that sound so much like the sachet she had found when she was a child?

The first time she tried counting the colors, she only identified sixty-six. As she grew older and her discernment improved, she counted again and discovered there were indeed eighty-eight colors. She had been stunned.

Had it not been for her mother’s teachings, she might not have been able to identify just how many shades there were on that sachet. Some colors had such minute differences, and for so many to appear on one small sachet was truly extraordinary.

She had found that sachet while playing by the river as a child.

Having been exposed to embroidery since she was young, she recognized its research value and brought it home.

She did glean many unique embroidery techniques from it, though she had never fully deciphered its mysteries, only managing to learn a bit.

After entering the palace, the sachet was left behind in her boudoir.

Later, she sent a message to her family, asking them to send it to her. But the reply came back that it couldn’t be found. She could only assume it had been misplaced, and she felt deeply regretful.

Now, hearing Tang Guo’s words, An Ningxiang’s heart raced. Could it really be the noble consort’s lost sachet?

Although curiosity burned within her, she, ever cautious, would not ask outright.

“There was also a small golden lock inside the sachet, a gift from my father,” Tang Guo said with a wistful expression. “What a pity.”

This time, An Ningxiang could no longer stay calm. She was certain that the sachet Tang Guo spoke of was indeed the one she had found. When she had picked it up, it had indeed contained a small golden lock.

She had no interest in the lock and left it inside the sachet, focusing her attention instead on studying its embroidery.

Now that the sachet was gone—or even if it weren’t—An Ningxiang would never admit to having found it. Who knew what kind of trouble such an admission might bring?

Tang Guo glanced at An Ningxiang, who was lowering her eyes, and found the situation amusing. Her eyes sparkled mischievously as she instructed Mei Lan to prepare ink and brushes.

The other concubines thought she intended to paint or write poetry. Unexpectedly, after half an hour, what emerged was a delicate, vivid depiction of a sachet.

“Here, sisters, take a look. Does this sachet I lost look even more exquisite than Noble Lady An’s?”

The concubines took a closer look and had to agree—it was indeed more exquisite.

They were even more impressed by the noble consort’s painting skills. Though it was just an image, it appeared so lifelike that they felt they could reach out and touch it, as if every stitch had been recreated perfectly.

Standing to one side, Concubine Meng looked at the radiant and graceful noble consort and felt a surge of complex emotions.

With her breathtaking beauty, remarkable artistic skill, and tales of her martial training in youth, it was said that the noble consort could have been a peerless talent had it not been for certain incidents.

Such a woman had entered the palace.

An Ningxiang lowered her head further as she looked at the familiar sachet.

This secret would remain buried in her heart forever.