Yu Youyao hummed and nodded vigorously. "Since I want it, give it to me. I'll embroider a fan for you another day. Just treat it as a change of calligraphy. What do you think?"
It didn't seem to be a loss to exchange a piece of calligraphy for a fan. Zhou Linghuai smiled and said, "I'll be waiting for you, Cousin. Don't make me wait too long."
Yu Youyao was overjoyed. "Cousin, don't worry. I won't make you wait too long this time."
Nanny Xu had asked her to practice needlework for an hour every day, so she treated it as practicing needlework.
Zhou Linghuai took out a small and exquisite sandalwood box from his sleeve. Inside was a thumb-sized seal.
He picked up the seal and let out a light breath. Then, he pressed down hard on the upper left corner of the 'Ode to the Goddess of Luo'. The words written in cinnabar appeared on the paper. It was his name, 'Linghuai'.
