I am the champion of palace intrigue, and even the proud prince bows his head in submission.

Chapter 198 Gao Xian suddenly felt a surge of nameless anger.

The Imperial Palace, Lingyan Pavilion.

"Your Highness, you've been busy all day, please take a rest," the maid Meng'er said, seeing that her eyes were red from exhaustion.

“No.” Mo Qingkui shook her head. She wanted to finish embroidering the clothes as soon as possible and give them to Gao Xian to make him happy.

But looking at the needle and thread in front of her, Mo Qingkui couldn't help but sigh.

She went to the embroidery workshop today to learn how to make clothes, but she didn't learn it after a whole day. In the end, the embroiderer stepped in and made a robe.

However, the embroidery on it is not yet done, and she needs to do it herself; she can no longer rely on others.

Mo Qingkui's blank cloth slumped limply over her shoulders.

She really has no talent for handicrafts; she just can't learn them.

Otherwise, she wouldn't still not have embroidered even after three years since she transmigrated.

When she was dating in college, her boyfriend asked her to embroider a scarf for him. She couldn't embroider it well, so she paid her roommate to knit one for her and gave it to him.

But Gao Xian is different from her ex-boyfriend.

She genuinely likes Gao Xian.

With that in mind, Mo Qingkui got busy again.

The next day.

The morning light streamed through the carved window lattice and into the room, dazzlingly bright.

Mo Qingkui was awakened by the bright light and slowly opened her eyes.

She straightened up and realized that she was lying on top of an outer robe, the one she was going to give to Gao Xian.

Last night, Gao Xian stayed at Qianqing Palace.

She was embroidering when she actually fell asleep.

Mo Qingkui picked up the outer robe and examined it carefully again.

She spent a long time embroidering last night, but she only managed to embroider a crooked dragon shape on the cuff.

Mo Qingkui looked at the outer robe and, for some reason, became increasingly angry.

She couldn't help but complain, "How can I give this as a gift when it's so poorly embroidered?"

The maid Meng'er spoke up to comfort her, "It's alright, Your Highness. The sentiment is the most important thing. Your feelings for the Emperor are evident, and he will surely understand."

“You’re right!” Mo Qingkui immediately understood and raised her chin slightly.

Gao Xian said that she was the woman he loved.

So whatever she gives him, he'll probably be happy.

After all, in Gao Xian's heart, she was the most unique, unlike any other woman in the harem.

No matter how expensive or elaborate the gifts other women gave him, Gao Xian would not even glance at them, discarding them like worn-out shoes.

But she was different; whatever she gave Gao Xian, he would like!

Moreover, this was something she made herself, and Gao Xian was so moved that he cried.

Mo Qingkui had just finished folding her outer robe when a maid's voice suddenly rang out from outside the door, "Greetings to the Emperor."

Upon hearing this, Mo Qingkui immediately turned her head and her eyes lit up when she saw Gao Xian.

She called out in a sweet voice, "Your Majesty."

Gao Xian strode towards her, a smile playing on his lips.

He was too busy last night to come to Qingkui's place, so he came over early this morning to have breakfast with her, afraid that she would be unhappy.

"Your Majesty, this is for you."

Mo Qingkui walked up to Gao Xian and handed him the outer robe in her hand.

"It's done so quickly?" Gao Xian was somewhat surprised as he reached out to take the outer robe.

But then, his gaze froze.

What is this worm?

"What? You don't like it? This is a dragon I embroidered myself."

Looking at his expression, Mo Qingkui asked curiously.

She's already embroidering things by hand, what more does Gao Xian want?

Looking at the crooked dragon on the cuff, Gao Xian couldn't help but recall the exquisite embroidery on Xie Yanli's cuff.

An inexplicable anger suddenly welled up inside me.

This outfit is completely unwearable; it's worlds apart from Xie Yanli's.

Seeing his expression, Mo Qingkui also became somewhat displeased.

"What are you doing? Don't you like it? I made this with all my heart!"

Do it with your heart? Gao Xian sneered inwardly.

He couldn't see any effort put into it. If it had been done with care, it wouldn't have been given to him so quickly, and he wouldn't have even been willing to wait a little longer and embroider it a bit more.

"You can't wear this out," Gao Xian said coldly.

"If you can't wear it out, you can't wear it out. Just put it away."

The things she made herself were naturally treasured by Gao Xian.

Seeing her nonchalant attitude, Gao Xian couldn't help but feel a bit angry again.

"I asked you to make me an outer robe because I want to wear it out. I'm not in a hurry, so can't you take your time making it?"

Mo Qingkui's eyes widened. "Gao Xian, making clothes is very difficult!"

“Then why did she…” Gao Xian blurted out, then realized something was wrong and quickly shut his mouth.

Mo Qingkui keenly caught the word and immediately narrowed her eyes.

"What 'her'? Explain yourself!"