Transmigration: From Farmer To Empress

At this moment, Wu’er noticed the chrysanthemum on Cai Ping’s elbow. The young boy, being simple-minded, found the location of the embroidery rather odd. With wide eyes full of curiosity, he asked Cai Wei, "Older sister, why is sister Ping’er’s flower embroidered on her elbow? Why isn’t it on her chest or around the collar or cuffs like others?"

Upon hearing this, Cai Ping was infuriated to the point of embarrassment. Her face turned as red as blood, redder than anyone could possibly imagine.

This little rascal had unexpectedly decided to expose her faults. It was clear someone had put him up to it, to mock and belittle her purposefully in an attempt to humiliate her. The thought turned her eyes red with rage!

Upon hearing Wu’er’s question, Cai Wei knew that Cai Ping would be angry. Looking up, she indeed saw Cai Ping’s face turn a deep shade of red, the corners of her eyes almost bursting with anger. She gently reproached Wu’er saying, "What does it matter to you, how people design their clothes, or where the flowers are embroidered? Don’t ask about everything childishly."

Wu’er, confused, nodded, closed his mouth, and resumed playing with his sister’s cloak.

Alternating between shades of red and white on her face, Cai Ping stood there brooding for a while. Then, she coldly smiled and said, "Big sister, please sit here for a while more. I will pour you a bowl of tea."

Cai Wei responded, "There’s no need, I don’t want any tea."

Nevertheless, she acted as if she hadn’t heard, opening the door and leaving with a gust of wind.

Noticing the sour atmosphere, Wu’er bit his lip and shyly asked, "Older sister, did Wu’er say something wrong?"