"That is the relics of my mother in the palace. My mother is a foreigner and is proficient in the embroidery method of the foreigner, which is somewhat different from those in the Central Plains. Unfortunately, my mother's body is not good at all. She disappeared shortly after she was born. My father gave this sachet to me, saying that this was what my mother had prepared for me long ago."

Seeing this, the concubines hurriedly comforted him.

"The embroidery method outside the frontier is a little more complicated, and the color is also quite bold. Unlike our Central Plains, we pay special attention to the matching of colors. We must look exquisite, but the color should not be too messy."

"But I counted the sachets in my palace when I had time, and there were eighty-eight kinds of colors on it."

"It doesn't look messy, but it's very contrasting, one color after another. If it weren't for carefulness, it wouldn't be able to see it."

An Ningxiang tightened her handkerchief, eighty-eight colors, why is it so similar to the sachet she picked up when she was a child.

When she counted the colors for the first time, she only counted sixty-six. She was a little older and identified more carefully. When there were eighty-eight types, she was also shocked.

If she hadn't been taught by her mother, she might not have counted how many colors there were on it.

Some colors have only a little difference. There are so many colors, it is really incredible to have a small sachet.

That sachet was picked up by the river when she was a child.

She has been exposed to embroidery since she was a child and thought it was of great research value, so she took it back.

She did figure out many special embroidery methods from above, but she still hasn't figured it out thoroughly, and has only learned a little briefly.

After entering the palace, the sachet fell into the boudoir.

Later, she asked someone to bring the sachet to her family, hoping to bring the sachet in. But... the family member said that she had not found her, and she could only blame her for being accidentally lost. She felt very regretful.

Now listening to Tang Guo's words, An Ningxiang's heart was pounding. Could it be that the sachet left by the imperial concubine, right?

She has always been cautious and will not speak even if she wants to know it.

"In that sachet, there was a small golden lock, which was given by my father," Tang Guo showed regret, "It's such a pity."

This time, An Ningxiang was not calm. She was sure that the sachet was the imperial concubine. When she picked it up, there was indeed a small golden lock in the sachet.

She was not interested in the golden lock and let the other party be in the sachet. Instead, she studied the embroidery on the sachet every day.

Now that the sachet is thrown away, even if it is not, An Ningxiang will never admit that she has picked up the sachet. Who knows what trouble will cause?

Tang Guo glanced at An Ningxiang's look of lowering her eyes, and felt funny. Her eyes turned and she had a bad idea. She asked Mei Lan to prepare her pen and ink.

All the concubines thought she wanted to paint and write poems, but they didn't expect that what she had painted was a small, exquisite sachet.

"Look, sisters, is the sachet that I lost is very beautiful? It is more exquisite than the one from Guiren An?"

When the concubines saw it, wasn’t it?

What I admire even more is that the noble concubine's good painting skills were obviously dead, but she painted them so vividly. They all thought it was real and wanted to touch them, as if they had drawn them with stitches and threads.

Concubine Meng stood aside and looked at the woman who looked like a flower, and a feeling of complexity surged in her heart.

She has a beautiful appearance and excellent painting skills. I heard that the imperial concubine practiced martial arts when she was a child. If it weren't for the accident later, she would have been a peerless beauty who could be both literary and martial.

Such a woman actually entered the palace.

An Ningxiang looked at the familiar sachet and her head lowered.
Chapter completed!