Legend of the Embroiderer

Su Mengyao, a new mother, is currently troubled by the problem of feeding the little prince.

From the day after the little prince was born, the wet nurse followed Su Mengyao's instructions and began preparing to feed the prince. But who could have expected that the little guy would tightly close his lips and resolutely refuse to drink no matter how the wet nurse coaxed him.

The wet nurse looked at Su Mengyao anxiously, her eyes full of helplessness and a plea for help.

Seeing this, Su Mengyao quickly and gently held the little prince in her arms, stretched out her delicate hands to gently caress his pink little face, and whispered softly: "My little baby, are you hungry? Why don't you want to drink milk?"

The only response she got was the prince's increasingly loud crying. The little fellow clenched his hands into fists, and his body kept twisting and struggling, as if his heart was filled with fear and anxiety.

Looking at the crying little prince, Su Mengyao was extremely anxious. She knew that scientific and reasonable feeding was the top priority for the newborn little prince, and there was no room for any negligence.

So, she turned to the nurse and said, "Please step aside for now. Let me try it myself."

The wet nurse stood aside, her face full of anxiety, her hands constantly twisting the corners of her clothes, her eyes fixed on the prince who was crying non-stop.

The tender and loud crying filled the entire room, as if it was going to blow the roof off.

Su Mengyao gently held the prince in her arms. Although her movements were gentle, her face also revealed an anxious look.

She gently rocked the child in her arms while anxiously thinking of a response. The sunlight slanted in through the window, falling right on the little prince's red, tearful face, making him look even more pitiful and helpless.

At this moment, Su Mengyao's heart was in a tangle. She kept recalling the parenting methods she had seen in folk stories, desperately trying to find a clue to solve the current dilemma.

She first carefully adjusted the way she held the little prince, sometimes holding him upright and patting his back, and sometimes turning him sideways to let him lie on his side in her arms.

Then, she tried to gently stroke the little prince's forehead, cheeks and other parts with her fingers, hoping to bring him some comfort.

Su Mengyao was still humming a soft, soothing lullaby. The beautiful melody flowed like a spring, seemingly possessing magical powers that could calm all restlessness and anxiety.

But unfortunately, despite her efforts, the little prince's crying showed no signs of stopping, but instead became more intense.

This situation made Su Mengyao even more anxious. She knew that as the little prince's biological mother, if she couldn't find a way to stop the child's crying in time, it would likely have a negative impact on his young body.

Thinking of this, Su Mengyao secretly gritted her teeth and told herself to calm down and continue looking for an effective solution...

Su Mengyao, a new mother, is now extremely worried about the feeding problem of the little prince.

Inside the bedroom, warm sunlight gently filtered through the carved windows, sprinkling like broken gold onto the little prince's adorable pink face, only highlighting his helplessness and pity.

Su Mengyao was seen pacing back and forth in the spacious bedroom, holding the crying little prince in her arms.

She rocked the baby in her arms and hummed a lullaby softly, trying to soothe the little one's restless heart.

But no matter how hard she tried, the little prince kept crying. The loud cries were like sharp blades, piercing Su Mengyao's heart, making her already nervous mood even more anxious.

At this moment, Su Mengyao accidentally noticed that the little prince's eyes were fixed on the windowsill.

There, a brilliantly colored butterfly danced gracefully. Its wings shimmered enchantingly in the sunlight, and the little prince's large, round eyes followed the butterfly's graceful movements, unwilling to leave even for a moment.

Strangely enough, as the little prince's attention was drawn to the butterfly, his crying gradually subsided.

Seeing this, Su Mengyao had an idea. She gently patted the prince's small body, stretched out her slender fingers, and began to imitate the fluttering of a butterfly in the air.

Surprisingly, the little prince not only stopped crying, but even opened his eyes wide and stared intently at Su Mengyao's dancing fingers, as if he was completely immersed in this wonderful "performance".

Seeing this, Su Mengyao couldn't help but feel ecstatic.

After so many attempts, she finally succeeded in finding a way to coax the little prince and calm him down - that is this seemingly insignificant dance of butterflies and fingers!

Inside the bedroom, brilliant sunlight streamed in through the thin gauze curtains, casting a warm and bright glow over the entire room.

The breeze blows by, bringing bursts of fresh and pleasant scent.

On the windowsill, several colorful and light butterflies are dancing their wings freely. They sometimes circle and rise, sometimes dive down, like a group of lively elves playing in the air.

Su Mengyao held the young prince in her arms, the corners of her mouth slightly raised, revealing a relieved and gentle smile.

That smile was as dazzling as a blooming spring flower, bringing warmth to one's heart. The little prince's large, dark eyes were fixed on Mengyao's slender fingers, revealing curiosity and concentration, as if he was completely captivated by this new and wonderful world before him.

Seeing this, the palace maids standing around couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

For a long time, how to comfort the little prince who often cried incessantly has been a difficult problem that gave them a headache.

Now that they saw Mengyao successfully calm the little prince down and make him smile, the big stone hanging in their hearts finally fell to the ground.

"It seems that our little prince likes butterflies very much." Su Mengyao whispered softly, her eyes as soft as water, shining with the light of maternal love.

She knows very well that every child has his or her own unique preferences and personalities. Only by discovering and guiding them with care can she give them the most thoughtful and considerate care and love.

So from that day on, Su Mengyao began to carefully decorate her bedroom.

She ordered people to place all kinds of lifelike butterfly-shaped toys in the bedroom, making the entire space instantly full of vitality and vigor.

She also specifically instructed the palace maids to paint exquisite butterfly patterns on the murals in the little prince's room, hoping to create a warm, romantic and childlike atmosphere.

Whenever the little prince cried incessantly because of hunger or sleepiness, Su Mengyao would always gently hold him in her arms, then gently rock his body, and extend her index finger to imitate the dancing posture of a butterfly.

The magical thing is that whenever the little prince saw this scene, he would quickly stop crying and instead reveal a sweet smile of contentment.

Just like that, under Su Mengyao's meticulous care and protection, the little prince grew up day by day...