Yu Mingqiu was spinning silk in Mingxiu's embroidery workshop. He was sweating all over, vapor was rising from his whole body, and he did not blink at all.

"When it comes to spinning silk, you're still the best. Far better than I am."

Mingxiu's praise back then came unexpectedly and had caused Yu Mingqiu's ears to turn red. To be honest, Yu Mingqiu admired Ai Hui very much and knew that Ai Hui and Mingxiu were like siblings instead of lovers. Even then, he couldn't handle the daily compliments she showered Ai Hui with.

Jealousy. Rising jealousy! There was an idiom saying that jealousy is the root of all evil.

Jealousy breaks his elemental energy down!

Jealousy makes him turn ugly!

Jealousy clogs his five elements!

Jealousy makes him forget to string his bow!

Jealousy makes him recite his poetry like sh*t!

(Pun between poetry and shit. Poetry –诗 (shi1), Shit –屎 (shi3))

Yu Mingqiu's eyes were bloodshot. Unacceptable! Spinning silk, was that right? Come, let me show you the kind