章節 270: 270 This woman stinks to death_1

Su Luo feigned a smile: "That's all thanks to your ingenious talent, my Lord!"

Su Luo's purse was finally finished just before Prince Fu's big wedding.

At first glance, it appears to be a pair of mandarin ducks, but upon closer inspection, it's actually a pair of mallards.

Compared to the previous two male ducks she had stitched, at least this pair matched properly. Even Jiang Shu couldn't expect her to do any better.

Close enough.

He was marrying a wife, not an Embroidery Lady.

He hung the purse on himself the very same day and took a walk around the estate.

As a result, everyone in the house learned that the purse with poor embroidery but sparkling glamour hanging from the Princely Heir's waist was the handiwork of Lady Jiang, who took half a month to complete it.

The Embroidery Lady took two days leave.

She was simply asked too many exhausting questions.

Everyone came to her inquiring, "Did the Lady really study with you for ten days?"