As soon as she got the belt, the eldest princess lit the candle and started working seriously under the lamp.
The lamp was a little dim, and she couldn't see the needle and thread clearly, so she quickly said to Forsythia: "Forsythia, light another lamp."
"Yes, princess."
Forsythia quickly lit another lamp.
But it was always night, and even with many lights on, it was not as bright as during the day. Forsythia couldn't help but said: "Princess, doing needlework at night is not good for your eyes. How about you take a rest and wait until tomorrow?"
"No, the prince is still angry with me because of the drunken incident last time.
If I can quickly make this belt and give it to him, maybe he will calm down."
After the eldest princess finished speaking, she started to embroider clumsily again.
She embroidered an elegant bamboo branch on the belt and embellished it with beautiful rubies and pearl agate. However, her ruby was very poor, so she had to sew and remove the seams of the belt.
Even though she dismantled it and re-embroidered it many times, the resulting belt was still ugly.
The needlework on the bamboo branches was uneven and looked like a winding snake, and the lines on both sides looked crooked, much like earthworms.
Suddenly, her hand was pricked by a needle, and a drop of blood immediately appeared on her hand. The pain made her exclaim, "Ah, it hurts!"
Forsythia hurriedly said: "Princess, are you injured again?
Forget it, let the slave do it for you, no one else will know anyway!"
"No, I said that I want to make the belt for the crown prince myself, so I have to do it myself and I can't let you do it for me.
Don't worry, I'm used to it, I'm fine."
The eldest princess said, wiped the blood from her hands with a cloth, and started working again.
She had only been doing it for a while, but three or four holes were pricked in her hand. The pain made her fingers tremble and blood dripped from her hand.
When she saw those blood beads, she immediately blamed herself and said: "Forsythia, why am I so stupid?
Can’t even make a belt?
The belt I made is so ugly, do you think the prince would like it?"
"My prince won't like it!"
At this moment, Su Qishao's cold voice came from outside the door.
In an emergency, he had already brought Su Qing and walked in coldly.
Seeing Su Qishao walking in, the eldest princess subconsciously hid her belt behind her back. She quickly stood up and asked, "You, why are you here?"
"Let me see what you're doing!"
As Su Qishao spoke, he had already picked up her hand and saw that she was holding a belt stained with blood.
Looking at the tips of her two fingers, there were a few small blood beads on them. Apart from the blood beads, they were all old holes.
Her originally white fingers had been pricked into a hornet's nest, with blood seeping out.
Seeing this scene, Su Qishao was completely shocked.
He suddenly grabbed the belt and threw it to the ground, "Why are you doing this?
I said I don’t need a belt, why are you still doing it?”
"I, I just heard you say that you liked the belt made by others. You said it was meaningful, so I made it."
The eldest princess said in panic.
Su Qishao said: "Don't think that if you make a belt, this prince will like you. I tell you, all you do is in vain.
No matter how many belts you make, I won’t care about them!”
With that said, Su Qishao said to Su Qing: "Su Qing, I don't want to see this belt again, so why don't you take it off and burn it!"
"What?
You want to burn my belt?
No! I worked hard to make this, it’s almost done, you can’t burn it!”