The East Courtyard had already lit the lamps.
Shen Hua had just returned and was cajoled by Ningzhu into drinking a bowl of hangover tea.
An unfinished embroidery by Ningzhu was placed on the table; Shen Hua's vision was blurred and she couldn't see it clearly, so she leaned closer and closer, nearly pressing her face against it.
Shen Hua looked at it for a long time.
Then she turned her head to look at her.
"Redo it."
Ningzhu was completely upset: "Madam, please spare me."
Shen Hua shook her head.
"I won't even start on the embroidery. Just the color matching alone is unacceptable, too flamboyant and ornate. Although Su Embroidery's colors can be finely divided, reaching over a thousand shades, it mostly values elegance. The landscapes reveal depth, characters are lively, and even the flowers and birds need to show vibrancy."
Ningzhu cautiously replied, "Then, Madam shouldn't regard it as Su Embroidery."
Shen Hua was stunned for a moment.
