Qingmei listened, looking at Bai Zhi'er's small figure, her eyes showing heartache.
Such a young child, first lost her father, then separated from her mother.
Now, in this vast palace, apart from the Emperor, she has no one to rely on.
No wonder she wants to keep that piece of clothing carefully preserved.
That is all thoughts of her mother.
Qingmei decided to take good care of Bai Zhi'er, she must never let the little princess suffer!
Bai Zhi'er, at this moment, was facing away from Qingmei, a tender, round little face with a slight frown.
The whole person looked very adorable and obedient.
The so-called treasures around here, although inferior to those in the immortal palace.
However, for the sake of her father being here, she can barely stay.
Zhi'er be good, endure for father's sake!
The little one silently clenched a fist, cheering herself up.
Qingmei continued to read the gifts from the book.
Not only the nobles but everywhere in the palace sent things to the Princess.
Qingmei paused, knitting her brows: "Silk Zheng, a palace servant from the Imperial Affairs Bureau, along with all the palace attendants, presents a painting of 'Harmonious Blossom under the Moon' to Princess."
Two palace attendants pulled open the painting from the left and right.
The painting depicted countless flowers under the moon, with both painting and embroidery appearing simultaneously, making each petal lifelike.
Qingmei sighed, "It's the final work of a master painter from the former dynasty."
After the fall of the former dynasty, many treasures were collected into the Great Chu palace.
Bai Zhi'er just glanced, her little face sweet and obedient, with bright and clear eyes.
She waved her hand, "Put it away~ By the way, I haven't asked, Sister Qingmei, do you have some grudge with that Si Zheng?"
Mentioning this matter, Qingmei's eyes dimmed slightly.
"At first, I and Si Zheng were from the same hometown, entered the palace together, initially had a good relationship, but unfortunately later we both competed for the position of chief palace maid."
"She schemed to frame me, causing a problem with the dishes I made, I was beaten ten heavy boards, and also demoted from first-class palace maid to second-class, Si Zheng became the chief aunt as she wished."
"Since then, I didn't interact with her anymore, and I know that Si Zheng is ambitious, I do not want to get entangled with her."
Bai Zhi'er listened, a knowing expression appearing on her little face.
"Sister Qingmei, don't be afraid, from now on with Zhi'er here, she can't bully you!"
Qingmei was amused by her soft and tender tone, covering her lips while smiling: "I have to take care of the Princess, how can I rely on the Princess to protect me."
Meanwhile, Bai Zhi'er's gaze was suddenly attracted by a small wooden object placed aside.
She trotted over with her small feet and picked it up for a careful look.
On a palm-sized round piece of wood, there was a butterfly also made of wood.
It was clear that the carving was excellent, Bai Zhi'er reached out her little hand and gently touched the butterfly's wings.
Then a few crisp mechanical sounds were heard.
The wooden butterfly spread its wings and slowly lifted a bit into the air.
In Bai Zhi'er's round eyes, joy and amusement appeared, reaching out her white, tender little hand.
That wooden butterfly flew into the air, then turned and landed again into her tender palm.
"What a cute little butterfly, I like it! Who sent this?"
Qingmei quickly cross-referenced the book in her hand, pointing line by line to search.
When she saw who sent it, her face turned suddenly pale, and her eyes widened too.
Qingmei struggled to speak the respectful words on the book—
"Marquis Wan Feng Fuce, leading the Brocade Robe Shura Envoy, specially sends a wooden butterfly, hoping the Princess likes it."