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Murmurs of astonishment followed by hearing her words.

They all praised Li Xianxian for being so talented!

Pshaw.

This Li Xianxian really dares to say anything.

Ni Yang subtly raised an eyebrow.

The skirt worn by Li Xianxian was one that Ni Yang had seen at a Paris fashion show in her past life, a creation by the famous designer LP named “Blue Dream”!

Taking advantage of her rebirth, Li Xianxian had claimed someone else’s work as her own!

This kind of theft was really disgusting.

Ni Yang kept her composure and had started by praising Li Xianxian enthusiastically. With the addition of everyone else’s compliments and fawning, Li Xianxian was on cloud nine.

The next second, Ni Yang shifted her tone, adding, “I’ve heard that the Song and Bian embroidery styles are very similar, but there are also many differences, which non-professionals would not be able to identify. May I ask, Sister Xianxian, is the embroidery on this skirt done in the Bian or Song style?” Song embroidery?

Bian embroidery?

Li Xianxian is not a seamstress! How could she know this!

The skirt was indeed her design, but the one who made it was not her.

Damn it, now she’d landed herself in a hot soup!

However, Li Xianxian quickly regained her composure. After all, everyone present were high society ladies who were not familiar with the intricacies of embroidery.

Thinking of this, Li Xianxian was significantly relieved. She laughed and said, “It’s done in the Song style.”

Ni Yang looked at Li Xianxian with an expression of adoration, excitedly saying, “Sister Xianxian, I admire you so much, you even know how to do the complex Song embroidery!”

Li Xianxian patted Ni Yang’s hand and humbly said, “With deep practice, even an iron rod could be ground into a needle, it’s nothing special.”

Virtuous, talented and modest.

Everyone looked at Li Xianxian with admiration.

“Nonsense! If you don’t understand embroidery, don’t pretend to be skilled and mislead others! That is clearly Suzhou embroidery!” Suddenly, an aged voice with a stern tone rang through the room.

Everyone looked towards the speaker and found it to be Old Lady Zheng.

The always amiable Old Lady Zheng now looked as stern as a changed person, glaring at Li Xianxian.

Old Lady Zheng, raising her walking stick, slowly walked towards Li Xianxian, pointedly saying, “Young people should remain grounded!”

Old Lady Zheng is native to Su City, her family had been silk dealers for generations, once specifically providing embroidery for the imperial court. Her family still preserved a plaque written by Emperor Qianlong himself, thus her words carried extraordinary weight.

If this skirt was really made by Li Xianxian herself, would she not even know the type of embroidery used?

Old Lady Zheng deeply valued embroidery and detested young people who, under the guise of understanding embroidery, misled others with pretentious bragging.

Today, Li Xianxian truly touched a raw nerve.

Upon hearing this, Li Xianxian turned pale.

The others’ gaze also changed.

From initial shock and admiration, it turned to ridicule and disdain. These looks were like knives, revealing the most rotten part of Li Xianxian’s inner self.

Li Xianxian’s back was now covered with layers of cold sweat. At this point, she wished she could just burrow into the ground.

The torment of being skinned alive through people’s gaze was really unbearable.

It was all Ni Yang’s fault!

This damnable girl set a trap and she fell right in!

After a thousand calculations, Li Xianxian never expected Old Lady Zheng to be in the crowd.

This meddlesome old hag!

When Mo Rongping and his wife saw the scene, their satisfied expressions vanished in an instant. His wife, Xiu Jiao, shook her head saying, “This girl is not good, she is too pretentious. She is not suitable for our Chuanchuan.”

Mo Rongping nodded, “I also think that our mother was mistaken this time.”

Where was this girl worthy of being the daughter-in-law of the Mo Family?

After lecturing Li Xianxian, Old Lady Zheng noticed Ni Yang. Her expression immediately softened again. Holding Ni Yang’s hands, she said, “Good child, you’re here too.”

Every time she saw this child, Old Lady Zheng felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

“Old Lady Zheng.” Ni Yang courteously responded.