Arrogant and domineering because of his good looks: His Majesty always pretends to be righteous

A bustling street teemed with people, a vast, dense crowd. They appeared in front of a workshop, all talking at once, seemingly discussing something.

"Hey, what are you asking me to watch with you so early in the morning?"

Xia Rongliu's childish voice rang out softly, her bright eyes blinking with curiosity.

Wanqing stammered, her expression turning ugly, just then a woman came out of the house.

This woman was beautiful and refined, giving off a unique vibe. Dressed in white, she exuded a cool and aloof aura.

The woman had a classic oval face and a pair of large, bright eyes. Although she was very beautiful, she had an air of aloofness about her.

"Look, everyone! Ninth Sister is out! Ninth Sister is out!"

A group of people cheered enthusiastically, but the woman just watched haughtily, completely unmoved by everything before her.

"Young lady, please take me as your apprentice. I want to learn embroidery from you..."

"Take me as your disciple..."

"me……"

Everyone, especially teenage girls, eagerly grabbed their embroidery, wishing they could become the apprentice of this mysterious woman.

Yang Wanqing witnessed everything from the side, and stood there stunned, unable to recover for a long time.

She had heard of this mysterious woman long ago; she was said to only return once every three years to take on a disciple.

She also possessed an exceptional skill: all her embroidered items were incredibly lifelike, and a single piece could be worth several thousand taels of silver. As a result, every three years, countless women would flock to her, eagerly awaiting her arrival.

Yang Wanqing had always thought it was just a legend, but today, seeing it with her own eyes was a rare treat. She was deeply shocked by the powerful aura, and an idea suddenly popped into her mind.

As night falls, all is quiet and still. It is late autumn, and the golden leaves flutter like butterflies, scattering across the fields, creating a poignant beauty.

Inside the boudoir, the candlelight flickered softly, and a pretty woman sat on the edge of the bed, seemingly playing with something in her hands.

"You're still awake?"

"It's already so late, don't stay up any longer, or your eyes will be red tomorrow."

Xia Rongliu's voice was very languid, like a sleepy kitten. She looked at Wanqing with a tired expression, as if she was about to fall asleep at any moment.

Yang Wanqing persevered and embroidered a peony again with the most clumsy movements. Because it was her first time doing it, her fingers were pricked with all sorts of marks, and there were mottled bloodstains on the embroidery.

"Oh dear, stop doing that, look at your injured hand..."

"You don't mean to become that woman's disciple, do you? I don't like women at all. They have fierce, cold faces and no human warmth whatsoever."

Xia Rongliu offered a kind reminder from the side, but Wan Qing had already made up her mind...

The next morning, Wanqing arrived at the shop early, thinking she was the earliest one there, but little did she know that it was already packed with people.

Many world-famous celebrities and wealthy heiresses come with substantial sums of money.

"Oh my, you're here too. Do you have anything worth bringing with you?"

"Even a toad wants to become a golden phoenix. What a small world! It seems like I run into you, this unlucky creature, everywhere I go."

Wanqing's thoughts were disrupted by the sharp and sarcastic voice. Looking in the direction of the voice, she saw Li Muling standing to the side with an air of righteous indignation.

She's become even more beautiful than before, and she exudes an air of nobility, but her vicious mouth has never changed.

Wanqing looked at this outfit and, although she knew he had come prepared, she was still suddenly shocked.

"Oh, look at you, you're so poor. You do look much better than you did a few years ago, but it still can't hide your vulgarity."

“Look at the embroidery I’m doing. I’ve had this skill since I was a child. If they really want to take on an apprentice, I’ll definitely be their first choice.”

She spoke with a forced smile, her eyes and brows revealing sarcasm.

"Look at this, everyone! How could they bring these things to this kind of occasion?"

"Give it back to me..."

Wanqing blushed instantly and desperately tried to retrieve the handkerchief she had embroidered all night.

Li Muling wouldn't let it go, snatched the handkerchief, and held it up high for everyone present to see while she spoke.

In an instant, everyone burst into laughter, pointing and whispering as if they were watching a huge joke.

Xiluo and Luman launched a barrage of sarcastic attacks at Wanqing.

"It's embarrassing to show something like this; there's absolutely no inspiration behind it."

"She's a renowned master like Hong Xiuniang, who only selects one disciple like her every three years. How could she possibly choose someone like you? You should just go home, wash up, and go to sleep."

"Exactly, stop wasting your time here and making a fool of yourself."

Two girls in the crowd were laughing so hard they were doubled over.

Wanqing wasn't defeated by these comments. In the past, she would have definitely burst into tears, but now she was no longer the little girl she used to be.

She clenched her fists tightly, her joints creaking, her eyes clear and resolute, and she did not retaliate against the malicious words spoken by everyone.

"Stop arguing, all of you. What are you all saying all at once?"

"The young lady said that you should bring out your works so she can see whose embroidery skills are better. She wants to take on a close disciple who is destined to be her student. Everyone who comes has a chance, so I hope everyone can have the right mindset."

The woman dressed in red and green spoke a few words leisurely, as if everyone present had fallen silent, looking at each other while secretly plotting their own schemes.

Li Muling was full of confidence because the embroidery she brought this time was of the highest quality, and she had also prepared one hundred taels of gold.

She thought to herself that even if she really didn't want to, and there was no fate between them, she would probably give in for the sake of money without any doubt.

After a while, a woman dressed in white walked out slowly with elegant steps.

She looked at everyone with a detached yet sharp gaze, and her aloof demeanor made everyone present afraid to act rashly.

"Show me your work, I want to review each one personally..."

Before the words were even finished, everyone present eagerly opened their carefully prepared works one by one.

"Miss, look at mine..."

“My embroidery skills are better than hers, girl. Look at my guarantee, you will definitely not regret it.”

In an instant, chaos erupted in front of the shop.