Shen Roujia rubbed her temples and couldn’t help but take a sip of cold water. “When the time comes, I’ll find an excuse to delay a bit. I’ll perform first.”
Even Xiao Fu, who wasn’t known for her quick thinking, knew this plan wouldn’t work.
“That’s too risky.”
Shen Roujia looked Xiao Fu up and down, even covering Xiao Fu’s eyes with her hand. “If you look at it this way, don’t we look a bit alike?”
Xiao Fu frowned. “Your Highness ...”
Shen Roujia smiled and replied, “There must be a way.”
Time flew by, and more than half a month passed before Xu Zening suddenly appeared in Shen Roujia’s chambers.
“Take this and say it’s from you when the time comes.”
Xu Zening’s awkward demeanor was frustrating, and when Shen Roujia glanced at what he handed her, she was stunned.
“What is this?”
Xu Zening explained, “It’s the Bai Shou Tu—a tapestry with a hundred different types of embroidery. Just say you made it.”
Shen Roujia was taken aback. “Wait, Your Highness, this is for your father’s birthday. You’re leading me into cheating! I can’t do any of this, so what happens if something goes wrong?”
Xu Zening grew impatient. “What do you mean, ‘what happens’? You haven’t prepared anything, so it’ll be fine.”
Shen Roujia accepted the tapestry with some reluctance. “Alright, I’ll take it for now, but let’s be clear—if something goes wrong, you have to help me out.”
Xu Zening grumbled, “When have I not cleaned up your mess?”
Still lost in her earlier thoughts, Shen Roujia didn’t catch what Xu Zening had said. She couldn’t help but ask, “What did you say?”
Xu Zening clicked his tongue and wheeled himself out without another word.