Shen Zhiya deliberately broke my biological mother's hairpin at the banquet.
In full view of everyone, I picked up the broken hairpin.
"Sister, do you know that the silk tapestry on this hairpin hides the special skill of 'Nine Clouds and Water'?"
Fingertips brushed over the fracture, and the silk thread shimmered in nine colors under the sun.
All the guests in the hall were in an uproar, and the brocade handkerchief in the hand of the aunt was twisted into a tight knot.
"This skill has been lost for hundreds of years," I raised my eyes to meet my aunt's livid face.
"Only the embroiderer of the former court is worthy of this ninth level of heavenly craftsmanship."
