Tingzheng left, and Yueyao picked up her needle and thread to start embroidering.
Qiao Lan said helplessly, "Miss, can't you take a break?" Her own miss seemed to be working tirelessly, every day if not practicing her calligraphy, then embroidering, or else painting. She really hoped her miss could be like the Second Young Lady, enjoying life leisurely in every aspect.
Yueyao shook her head, "I can't sit still." Whenever Yueyao stopped, she felt she was wasting time, and only by staying busy could she prevent herself from falling into pointless musing.
Qiao Lan was defeated by Yueyao.
Tingzheng returned before lunch.
Yueyao saw Tingzheng with his head lowered, looking like the image of grievance, and her heart skipped a beat, "Brother, what's wrong? Have you been wronged?"
Tingzheng shook his head, "No. Sister, I'm a bit tired and want to sleep for a while."