The MC forgot the plot

一 THIRTY-TWO 一

三十二 Double Seventh Festival

The table was filled with silk, needle threads of various pigments and with a swift turn, the needle broke into the soft cloth creating a magnificent blooming lotus flower.

Under the starry skies and the light that the moon provides for those who dwell in the lands, their nimble fingers moved in effortless movements as they knotted it before spreading the finished cloth to the table.

"Beautiful" Meng Jia Yu breathed out, then looked down to the poor excuse of a flower on her lap and keep it low to her side.

"You still need to learn, have Nanny Shen teach you the Shu embroidery, she was most skilled of it"

"Thank you mother"

Meng Jia Yi watched the glint of joy that passed through Ban Rushi's pupils and pursed her lips. It has been hours after she called out the word she never once called towards the woman in the modern side of the world.

Hell she doesn't even think that she still remembers her, only by calling Ban Rushi does she finally realize that she has been aching to call someone like that for a long time.

It was such a relief.

"Do not worry Miss, I have been known in my village to be one of the most skilled shu embroiders that other towns would come and let me sew their clothes! I could even create a real like flower or animal in melon skin" Nanny Shen boasted and we all laughed, Meng Jia Rui was sitting on the floor playing with the puzzles that I made one of the craftsmen created and looked up at us in confusion.

"Can we go now to the streets mother?" Rui Rui also copied her way of addressing Ban Rushi and that delighted their mother more.

"Of course, I suppose listening to us talk about embroidery has bored you to death" their mother shakes her head and patted her hand. "Now, be careful on the streets, always have someone with you. I will send two guards in our estate to follow you two, I do not want a repeat of what happened before" she clench her hand tightly with waves of worry rolling over her.

"I won't, do not fret mother, we will return early"

"Alright, off you go then, be careful"

Ban Rushi stood up and wanted the two of her children to follow her out; her eyes looking towards her older daughter who is now blooming in youth.

There was this particular shine in her eyes, clever but kind, power of determination running in her words yet remains respectful and mischievous.

Opposite of what she was before and we can only link it to her becoming a full-fledged lady today.

"Be careful, A'Yi, A'Rui"

Waving one last time, the door closed and it was her alone in the estate; her children's light laughter and innocent eyes; the darkness soon cages her in as the night progresses so is her fear for her children roaming the cruel world.

...

The world seems much brighter than ever, against the simpler lanterns home with fire along with the book above gracing us with her lustrous brilliance, the city's artificial electric lights paled in comparison.

People roamed the streets, women in their best clothes and hair with ornaments and pieces of the jewelry catching her attention once it reflects into the light. Men were out with their companions and there were even pairs of men and women seen walking out of the streets.

Meng Jia Yi watched in fascination, her pomegranate red skirt swishing softly to the streets as her eyes began to twinkle at the dazzling things the peddlers and stalls were shouting at. It was attracting her curiosity, the feeling of being free matched with the festivity atmosphere made her let loose of herself.