"Elder brother has given me Tingsong Garden, and I've wanted to send him an embroidered silk pouch for a while now. But, alas, my hands are clumsy, and I don't know how to embroider. Just by chance, sister Qingwan gave me one, so I will present that to my brother in a gesture of turning flowers into a Buddha offering," said Wei Ruo.
Wei Ruo grinned widely, then turned on her heel and walked away.
She didn't care whether it was okay to re-gift things given to her. Either way, she's a country lass, surely they'll understand that she doesn't know every custom, right?
In any case, she dared not accept anything from Wei Qingwan. Who knew if this was just a trap? Although for the time being she couldn't fathom what schemes Wei Qingwan could spin around a simple silk pouch, if she didn't give her an inch, her plans would remain futile.
After all, how could something as frivolous as a silk pouch make up for the grudge of slandering and wronging her?