The beauty is as white as jade, threading needle on silk, while Logan Zhuang is reciting Songce Book beside her. It is a harmonious scene of man tilling the field and woman weaving.
The plain silk and exquisite patterns are created by her hands, and the beautiful cloud patterns are like a pair of skillful hands picking cirrus clouds from the sky.
"As a minister, you should be loyal, be appreciated by the monarch, and be supported by the people..." Considering that Logan Zhuang was not well-read, Madeline Siqin did not use any obscure words and wrote in a simple and easy-to-understand manner.
"Madam, do you think that if we rebel against the State of Yu, we will be seen as ungrateful people if I were promoted by the emperor?" Logan Zhuang said after reading this, feeling a little embarrassed.
"Why do you say that, my dear?" Madeline Siqin put down the silk cloth in her hand.
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