Chapter 786: Embroidery

Changle rushed over in a flurry and arrived before Yulong. Yulong looked up and asked in surprise, "Changle, when did you get back?"

Changle did not want to say much to him: "Brother, Father has something to discuss with you, come quickly."

Yulong looked at the project proposal he had just half-written, having finally organized his thoughts and intending to finish it in one go; he felt a bit troubled, as this interruption might make his writing less fluid.

Changle urged: "Put your work aside for now. I suspect Father has a major matter to discuss, and Miaoyin must be called along as well."

Hearing that even Miaoyin had to be called, it must be a major matter, perhaps even a family affair. Yulong had no choice but to put his work aside, straightened his sleeves, and immediately stood up to walk out.

Changle did not waste words and turned to leave, but suddenly stopped and asked: "Where is Miaoyin now? Is she at the music troupe?"

Yulong said while walking: "I'll take you there. She seems to have become obsessed with weaving lately, saying she has some novel ideas. After Father gave her some pointers, she has been at the Fangzhi Chang all day, working on her new things."

"Good, that works, let's head over quickly." Changle followed Yulong's pace.

The two walked forward with long strides. Changle could no longer run; having just sprinted over, he was still panting heavily. Although Changle's physique was not bad at all, he could not handle running two or three kilometers that fast.

Yulong then asked: "Why did you suddenly return? Do you know what Father wants to talk about?"

Changle explained: "I only just came ashore not long ago. This time, I discovered something good at the Xuanyuan Tribe that might have great utility, so I returned early. As for Father..."

Changle scanned the surroundings. Aside from the guards following at a certain distance behind, there were no other irrelevant people. He then whispered to Yulong: "I suspect it is Father's secret, the one we wanted to know before, but Father never told us."

Yulong was greatly alarmed and could not help but scan the surroundings as well, similarly whispering: "Then why talk about it now? Wouldn't it be fine to talk about it at home tonight?"

Changle wore a worried expression: "Sigh, Xuanyuan has also come. He came this time wanting to go to Kongtong Mountain with Father to see Guangchengzi. Father seems tempted, but the road is too dangerous. He just told me about other things too; anyway, it was something about thousands of years later or something."

"Brother, let me tell you, this time we really must persuade Father. It is too dangerous outside, and I really don't feel at ease letting Father go, but the possibility of Father going is really quite high."

Yulong fell silent. Regarding his father's affairs, he understood more than anyone else in Huaxia, but the more he understood, the more questions he had. Many things could not be explained at all by what was revealed from his father's own mouth. This had troubled him for many years. He wanted to forget, but how could that be possible? The longer time passed, the more he wanted to know, but he had not expected that he might learn those secrets under such circumstances.

They did not say another word, because the pedestrians on the road were gradually increasing. Seeing the noble Prince of Huaxia, they tactfully cleared the way and bowed in salute, then hurriedly went about their own business. However, they were equally puzzled: why had Changle Prince returned, and why was he in such a rush, just like Yulong Prince? They did not know what they were going to do.

Miaoyin was directing the most skilled Zhinu, testing the new method she had thought of. The things made previously could not be called a complete mess, but they were certainly far from achieving the effect she wanted.

A young girl with no experience of failure was naturally a bit discouraged, thinking her idea might be impractical and could not succeed. But fortunately, she had the support and encouragement of the father she trusted most, who told her that this matter could absolutely be accomplished, it was just that trying a new thing definitely required taking it one step at a time, just like when she learned musical instruments—it was impossible to know how to use them the moment she picked them up.

Baifeng not only reorganized her thoughts and gave her authority, but even gave the craft she thought of a name in advance—Embroidery.

As a dignified Princess of Huaxia, she only used her brain and was unwilling to do the manual work. Those Zhinu were using yellow silk threads to weave back and forth on white Silk cloth, attempting to create a pattern with the thread. This work was not only time-consuming, but it also made the eyes ache, and bending the waist for a long time was unbearable. She, a young girl, also wanted to grow into a tall, upright person and did not want to suffer this hardship; at most, she would stand and observe, offering her own suggestions.

The Factory Manager suddenly walked over and said to Miaoyin: "Princess, your brother has come to see you."

Miaoyin was overjoyed: "My brother is here?" Then, without another word, she immediately left her workstation and ran out.

The surprise for her was yet to come. It was not just Yulong, but also her second brother, whom she had not seen for a long time. She lunged forward in a flying leap. Changle hurriedly caught her, wanting to lift her up, only to find that Miaoyin had grown quite big and he could not lift her.

"Second Brother, when did you get back? You won't leave again this year, will you?" Yulong, whom she could see every day, was now ignored.

Changle pulled Miaoyin's arm and started walking, saying as they went: "I just got back today, and I won't be leaving this year either. Father has something to tell us now, let's go quickly. I'm afraid if we go late, Father might not be willing to say it anymore."

Miaoyin was immersed in the joy of her second brother's return and was completely unconcerned about her father's business: "What could Father have to say? If he doesn't say it today, he can just say it tomorrow."

Changle let out a long sigh: "The matter Father might talk about is the answer we have been waiting for for many years. For you, it is also a heaven-shaking secret. It's just that I don't know if that is what Father is going to talk about, and if he doesn't talk about it today, he might really not talk about it tomorrow."

Baifeng had already been waiting in his study for a long time. He had arranged for the servants to guard outside the courtyard. Once Yulong and the others arrived, he would have them come straight in, and then all servants and guards were to withdraw from the courtyard; they were not allowed to enter. If they dared to enter, it would be a capital offense. If anyone came, they were to be blocked, even Sui and Chinv.

At that time, Baifeng had almost been unable to resist telling Changle about his origins, but for Changle, Yulong, and the others, the impact would certainly be too great. Perhaps they would have excessive changes because of this; what if they stopped valuing the development of Huaxia and instead sought ways to return to the future? This was not impossible. They wouldn't dare while he was alive, but what about after he died?

Therefore, Baifeng decided to change his approach, or rather, to fabricate a version that was close to the facts but acceptable to these children. As for his two wives, their level of understanding was not on the same level as his children's, so there was no need to tell them.