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The relationship between Xuanyuan and Wuji wasn't the best. Wuji not sending an ambassador to congratulate the birth of the new Empress was more than normal—Xuanyuan did not even extend the invitation to Wuji. Hence, this gift that they had asked Shangyuan to bring over caught everyone's attention.

The heavily packaged lilac purple brocade box sparkled beautifully under the light from the luminous pearls. Looking at the color of the box, Meng Fuyao's heart thumped.

Yan Lie opened the box.

One layer, two layers, three layers…

His face turned black. 'Why didn't the ambassador from Wuji mention that the gift had so many layers?'

But Meng Fuyao was reminded of the time in Yaocheng, the night of waltz where Lord Yuan Bao's gift to his master was too covered in layers…

Her lips curled up slightly… Perhaps it was someone's little surprise, or perhaps it was just mere coincidence.

The smile was abruptly replaced by a frown as she squashed that damn guinea pig in her sleeves. She seemed to remember Wuji explicitly mentioning his inability to receive any information on her for a period of time. But by the looks of it, he seemed to be up to date? Using what methods? That damn guinea pig?

The guinea pig squatted in her sleeve, its eyes rolling in exasperation. 'Is it easy for me? Only the Heavens would know how much hardships and inner struggles I've had to go through send information to my master about my love rival… AHHHHHH! Only the Heavens would know how difficult it is to transmit a large amount of information from one end of the world to another… AHHH!'

Finally, the contents in the box were revealed after much wait. All was left was but a lilac pouch. The pouch was intricate with elaborate designs that coruscated under the light. But when the pouch was opened, there was nothing in there.

Everyone: ”…”

”I've heard that the crown prince of Wuji possesses remarkable talent and even his actions are different from others, and today, I've witnessed that his actions are indeed different, very different…”

Everyone giggled. ”Different indeed… different indeed…”

Meng Fuyao rolled her eyes. She hated the sardonic tone Xuanyuan Min had!

Initially, she felt that as long as she understood his message, it would be enough. After all, Zhangsun Wuji did not plan for anyone else to understand. But now, she had enough!

Just as the box was being kept away, Meng Fuyao suddenly reached out and picked up the pouch. She tugged on the silk strings and flipped the pouch over.

The pouch in her hands was now a handkerchief.

The strands of threads could be seen clearly, but they did little to diminish the elegance of the design. In fact, because of the individual strings, there was more depth to the pattern. Meng Fuyao held the handkerchief up, displaying it.

'Wah—'

It was a picturesque scene of a royal couple admiring the sea.

In the scene, the sea reflected the evening sky, embellished with the rosy pink clouds. The rays of hues of orange cast down on the golden palace, softening the lines between the roof and the sky. The smoke danced around the pavilion as the elegant lady and honorable man stood there. Bearing the semblance of a smile, shoulder to shoulder, the two gazed at the intersection of the sky and the sea. The man pointed towards the horizon which the lady looked towards it with love and longing.

A simple action but somehow, the gracefulness and the charm was firmly embedded into each and every thread of the embroidery.

The same phrase immediately came to everyone's mind: A match made in heaven.

There was no other word that could describe such perfection.

Yan Lie was the first to snap out of the daze. ”A match made in heaven is the perfect way to describe the Emperor and Empress of Xuanyuan.”

Everyone began their compliments, but some of the sharper audience questioned, 'The man and the woman's clothes are similar, but Xuanyuan is a landlocked country. So where did the sea come from?'

But Meng Fuyao's attention was on the material of the handkerchief.

This is another subset of Wuji's Silver Embroidery, a rare type.

”Thousand Silk Embroidery.”

Thousands of silk, thousands of longing.

Longing, regardless.

Meng Fuyao gently caressed that smooth Thousand Silk Embroidery. The embroidered scene on the handkerchief brought happiness to her eyes…

'Zhangsun Wuji, Zhangsun Wuji, to congratulate yourself being a match made in heaven with another's wife on his wedding… And he even had to thank you for it… Only you would do something like that.'

But somehow, her emotions that had been weighed down by the deceitful schemes and dangerous acts, slowly but surely, lightened up…

After keeping the gifts, Meng Fuyao accompanied Xuanyuan Min around the hall to propose a toast to all the honorable guests adorned with gold and jade. Under the flickering lights, the ”majestic match made in heaven” made their way around the hall.