Hong Ye said: "This was sent by Gu Shiliu, painted by the Marquis."
"Oh?"
Cui Ming stared and examined closely.
A plump horse had a pair of fleshy wings; if not for its horse head and horse hooves, it very much resembled a fat old hen.
"...This is..."
Cui Ming was puzzled beyond comprehension and looked up at Hong Ye.
Hong Ye turned and held a cup of honey water, saying, "Miss knows you are tired, afraid you'll get heated, drink this."
Cui Ming took it and gulped it down.
Still couldn't help but ask, "What is this for?"
The little flying horse only occupied a corner of the paper, not like a painting.
Hong Ye whispered: "It's none of your concern, this is the emblem the Marquis wants Miss to embroider on her clothes."
Cui Ming was very puzzled.
"...This...why bother..."
It's not good-looking at all.
Why embroider this on clothing, if others see it and ask, wouldn't it ruin Miss's reputation?
Moreover, the horse and wings are so labor-intensive.
