Chapter 172 Purse "Me?" Yan Moying was stunned. He looked at Yun Keyu, then at Zhao Lin and Yin Ruchen. Although Zhao Lin was reluctant to let Yan Moying stay alone with Yun Keyou for a while longer, he thought that Yan Moying would be leaving soon, and it would be five years since they last met, so he said to Yan Moying, "Maybe she has something to say, so Miss Yin and I will leave first." Yin Ruchen had no other ideas, so he went out with Zhao Lin. As soon as Zhao Lin and Yin Ruchen left, Yun Keyu took out a cloth bag. She poured out nine purses from the bag, some of which looked rough, while others looked decent. Yun Keyu picked up one of the best ones and said to Yan Moying, "Brother Moying, the purse you took out of the palace is old. This is a new one I made for you. The patterns on it were embroidered by me stitch by stitch. You also know that I don’t like needlework, and I’m not good at it, but I have learned it very seriously. The other ones were made earlier than this one, but I was not satisfied with them. If I was not satisfied with one, I would make another one, and then I would continue to make them again. Every time I saw that the last one was better than the previous one, I was very happy, until this last one finally made me satisfied. But what I made is still not very good, I hope you don’t dislike it, just accept it." Yun Keyu spoke sincerely and looked sincere as she handed the ninth purse she made to Yan Moying. "Keyou, if the purse is old, I can just change it. It's so hard for you!" Yan Moying took the purse and said, "Thank you! You've worked so hard!" Yun Keyou smiled and said, "It doesn't feel that hard, I'm just a little worried that you will think I'm not doing well enough." Yan Moying looked at the purse carefully and felt that it was indeed very finely crafted. He praised: "You have done such a good job that you don't need to worry about being laughed at by His Royal Highness the Crown Prince! If he saw it, he would admire you instead. I admire you very much now!" “How is that possible…” Yun Keyu’s face flushed slightly.
"Haha, don't underestimate yourself!" Yan Moying said with a smile. “Don’t let him see it!” Yun Keyu said. Yan Moying looked at the pattern embroidered on the purse again. The neat stitches and the perfect stitch length were so great that if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would have found it hard to imagine that this purse was made by Yun Keyu, who had no interest in needlework. He picked up a few of the other eight purses and looked at them. The workmanship of those purses was not as good as the ninth one. One of the other eight purses was so rough in workmanship that when compared with the ninth one, it even seemed like the two were not made by the same person. Yan Moying thought that perhaps the roughest one was the one she made first. He deeply felt that Yun Keyu had put in a lot of effort and energy every time the thin lines on the pattern of the ninth purse were passed through. He said with some reluctance, "It's so troublesome for you to learn how to do this! And you don't like needlework." "It was originally a very troublesome thing, but when I thought that the purse was for you, I didn't think it was troublesome anymore; I don't like doing needlework, but I like doing it for you." Yun Keyu looked at Yan Moying and said sincerely. "Keyu, you..." After hearing this, Yan Moying saw Yun Keyu looking at him with a different look than usual, so he stood there in a daze. (End of this chapter)