Chapter 245: One More
Zong Yunqian took out a palm-sized brocade bag from his sleeve and handed it to the nanny beside him. The nanny was startled, "Is this for Her Majesty the Empress Dowager?"
Empress Dowager Yan Ping’s gaze was on the brocade bag, and the nanny, holding the bag respectfully, gave it to the Empress Dowager.
The Empress Dowager glanced at Zong Yunqian, somewhat puzzled. Seeing that Zong Yunqian had no intention of speaking, she thought that even if it was an offering, shouldn’t he explain it?
Old Lady Zong was also startled; she had not anticipated her grandson suddenly presenting a gift at this time, and she became somewhat anxious. Old Lady Zong quickly glanced at the brocade bag, unable to discern anything, which made her even more anxious.
Giving gifts to those in higher positions was naturally not a matter to be taken lightly. If the gift was not well received, it could lead to disasters, even death. Yet her own grandson had taken the initiative without consulting anyone, which was really...
Still, the Empress Dowager restrained herself from asking and personally opened the brocade bag. A string of dark, glossy Buddha Beads caught the eye of Empress Dowager Yan Ping, who looked at them silently for a long time.
Old Lady Zong was growing increasingly anxious. At the very least, someone should explain what the item was. Was this meant for the Empress Dowager to guess? Moreover, since the Empress Dowager hadn’t spoken, Old Lady Zong suddenly felt that Her Majesty’s attitude implied dissatisfaction with the gift.
Indeed, although her grandson had been raised in luxury, he had never truly valued such things and always had an interest in odd and unique objects; this was indeed too risky.
The Buddha Beads were not large, fitting around a wrist in one loop. The Empress Dowager, accustomed to seeing various precious Buddha Beads, naturally saw that they were not made of any precious wood; she already possessed many beads made from agarwood. Even the tassel hanging from the necklace of beads was simply an agarwood carving of a coiling gourd. But in the next moment, Empress Dowager Yan Ping’s fingers trembled, and she sat up straight from her lazy posture, hardly daring to believe as she looked towards Zong Yunqian. Her expression was already filled with excitement and disbelief as she looked from Zong Yunqian to the object in her hands.