Her Graceful War Song

Ly used her ass reluctantly "This painting is so lifelike. It's as if the orchids are blooming right before our eyes. The orchid branches are strong, and the faint green buds are just beginning to sprout. It wwwe too perfect to be considered a discarded work. It would be a whame to waste it on Grand Princess Eleanor."

it's fine Kyle loves painting orchids, so there are plenty of orchid paintings, so many that we don't even have space for them in the study. By the way, make sure to send one to the king as well," Carissa replied. Salvador greatly admired Kyle and had a collection of his

calligraphy. However, he did not have any of Kyle's orchid paintings, which were worth a fortune. Since Carissa had them in abundance, presenting Kyle's work to Salvador would be a gesture of goodwill, and it would allow her to manage Rafael's connections.

The questions Salvador asked at Serenity Palace had made her a bit uneasy. Thus, using Kyle's painting as a way to gauge the situation seemed like a reasonable strategy. It would also convey her and Rafael's goodwill toward the king.

Lily and a few others searched through the storeroom for quite a while before coming to the conclusion that the orchid painting was indeed the most suitable choice. If they gave Eleanor gold or silver, it would only provoke laughter. Eleanor's taste was known to be pretentious, and she wasn't necessarily skilled at appreciating true

art.

Discovering a pile of handkerchiefs at the bottom of a box, Pearl spread one out and stifled a laugh.

"What's this? Haha, the embroidery is so ugly. How did this end up here?"

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Her eyes wide with urgency, Lily rushed over and yanked the handkerchief away, stuffing it back into the box. "Don't take it out."

Carissa had already noticed and walked over to examine one of the handkerchiefs. The embroidery was so poorly done that it was almost unbearable to look at.

The design was supposed to be an oak tree, but the branches were crooked and the leaves resembled worms. Another handkerchief, presumably meant to depict a rose, was so poorly executed that Carissa could only imagine it as split leaves. The pale red thread used for the petals and a layer of green made the color scheme confusing and unpleasant.

What on earth was this?

The other handkerchiefs were even worse. One that should have been smooth had been embroidered into a crumpled mess.

"Haha, who embroidered this?" Carissa asked, laughing uncontrollably.

Lily gave her a meaningful glance.

Carissa paused, then suddenly dropped the handkerchief with a shocked expression. "Did I do this?"

Lily burst into laughter. "When you were little and wanted to learn embroidery, I taught you. After a month of practice, you produced so many handkerchiefs like these. Madam Sinclair couldn't bear to throw them away, so she stored them all in boxes."

Carissa was stunned. Were these really her handiwork? Staring at the oddly shaped handkerchiefs, she felt a strange sense of familiarity, as if she had seen them before.

Ah, she remembered now.

During a visit to Rafael's command tent at the Southern Frontier, she had eaten a bowl of noodles, and the marshal had pulled out a handkerchief that was just as ugly as these ones to wipe his mouth. Wat could the handkerchief Rafael used be one she had given him?

Carssa quidly turned to Lily and asked, 'Lily, did I ever give these handkerchiefs to anyone?"

Lit smiet. Yes, you did. Every member of the family received one, nouding your parents and brothers. You even gav = them to guests who visited the estate. At the time, you thought your embroidery was quite good."

"Did I give any to the marshal... the Hell Monarch?"

Liy thought for a moment before replying, "It seems you did. Back then, the Hell Monarch and the king occasionally visited the estate. You proudly handed out a few handkerchiefs, so it's likely one went to the Hell Monarch

But I'm certain the king received some because he and your eldest brother were laughing so hard about them. You thought they were praising your work."

Lily's affectionate tone only made Carissa want to sink into the ground.

What a childish mistake! She had mistaken trash for treasure, thinking her embroidery was unbeatable!Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

But who would keep such handkerchiefs? Shouldn't the people who received them have thrown them away after leaving the estate? Why would Rafael keep it until now? Had he forgotten to toss it away? Carissa's face flushed a deep red.

How embarrassing!

To have given away such terrible enteroidery so brazenly. How shameless had she been back ther

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