Rebirth of the Firstborn Daughter: Life is like a Dream

After Wei Zhong took the two women away, Wei Bingyan took Xiao back into the house.

"Mom, why aren't you angry?" Wei Bingyan looked at Xiao, who had a bad look on her face. Deep down, she felt both anger and pity.

Xiao smiled softly and said softly, "How can I not be angry? I am so angry that my stomach hurts."

Wei Bingyan squeezed Xiao's hand tightly, her eyes reddened with heartache, "Then why don't you make a scene and cry? You have always let your father do whatever he wants. How can he know your true thoughts? How can he know the pain deep in your heart?"

These words almost made Xiao burst into tears. She said in a tearful voice, "How can I cry as I please? Does your father allow me to cry and make a fuss as he pleases? I also want to cry my heart out, but I can't..."

Her personal self-esteem and her family education would not allow her to do so, and she also had to take the Xiao family and the Wei family's reputation into consideration.

The fact that she was able to maintain her position in the Wei family over the years was closely related to her perseverance and magnanimity.

Wei Bingyan knew very well that if she made a fuss, her mother's attitude towards the Wei family would be very bad. It would be another matter if she gave birth to a legitimate child. The difficulty was that her mother had no children, so she lacked a foundation.

"Mother..." Seeing Xiao shed tears quietly, Wei Bingyan felt bitter.

Xiao wiped the tears from her face and said coldly, "If a man doesn't have you in his heart, it doesn't matter how he makes a fuss or cries. If he has you in his heart, how could he do something like that to make you sad?

Bingyan, I don't ask you to be rich in the future, I just hope you can find a confidant and live a peaceful and happy life, a simple life is best."

Wei Bingyan thought of Li Yunze. She had thought that he was a good son to her and could take her away from the horrible underworld of the Wei family. But she was tricked and he married Wei Bingru...

She fought back fiercely and became his concubine. At that time, he always said that she was the only one he loved in his heart. But after that, he would turn around and enter Wei Bingru's room or other concubines' rooms. Is this the so-called love?

She had never been in love before, so she didn't understand how sincere Li Yunze's so-called love was.

Wei Bingyan curled her lips slightly and smiled faintly. With her status, could she marry someone of a simpler status?

In this world, how many men are willing to live with her forever?

"Mom, don't be sad. You have Bingyan. I will always be by your side. Let father go to whichever room he wants." Wei Bingyan hugged Xiao's waist, hid her face in her body, and called softly.

Xiao smiled with tears in her eyes, "Foolish words! How can you stay by my side forever? You have to get married later."

"I won't get married." Wei Bingyan rarely spoke in a coquettish voice, pouting and calling out.

"You will blame your mother then." Xiao's mood began to improve. She held her daughter and chatted with her. Finally, she said, "Okay, you have to go to the academy the next day. Go back and rest early."

Wei Bingyan said, "Mom, I'll accompany you to date Zhou Gong tonight. I haven't slept with you for a long time."

Xiao nodded her head and responded with a smile.

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The next day, Wei Bingyan went to the college early in the morning.

The peony flowers that Wei Bingyan embroidered the day before used the exquisite needlework of the Hunan embroidery school. The patterns were beautiful and the needlework was very dexterous, and the embroidery skills were elegant. The peony flowers she embroidered and the egg-yellow peony flowers on Mr. Ran's skirt today were completely different in style.

"The unique embroidered stems, the meticulous flat-stitch embroidery, the unique embroidered leaves... the idea is still profound, but it lacks a sense of reality when it is placed on a large scale and carefully drawn with effort." Holding the peony handkerchief embroidered by Wei Bingyan, Mr. Ran's eyes were full of praise, but he still pointed out the shortcomings directly.

In such a classroom, Wei Bingyan's skills are already among the best.

Yang Tang, who was sitting directly in front of Wei Bingyan, turned around and looked at Wei Bingyan admiringly, begging softly, "Bingyan, can you give me that handkerchief later? That red peony looks so beautiful."

"Very good!" Wei Bingyan responded with a smile.

However, her eyes were actually looking at the egg-yellow peony flowers on Mr. Ran's skirt.

She only realized today that the embroidery method of the egg-yellow peony was very strange and not the method she usually saw.

The meticulously crafted pattern of the peony is complex but not hurried, the colors are gorgeous and dazzling, the stitches are very even, the techniques are repeated and varied, and the exquisite lines are distinct. No wonder the egg yolk peony can become even more gorgeous and dazzling.

"Today I will teach you how to mix colors carefully. As for Bingyan, I will teach you another style of needlework later." Mr. Ran said with a smile, "You don't need to learn the basics anymore."

Others looked at Wei Bingyan with envy and jealousy, but she just smiled bitterly. Although she particularly liked holding needles... she was not good at needlework.

Mr. Ran began to concentrate on teaching spiritual knowledge, but Wei Bingyan was seriously recalling in her mind what her master had said about the meridians the day before.

"Bingyan, you are really amazing. Have you been studying needlework seriously since you were young? I am so stupid and I can't learn it no matter what. My mother said that I was born with clumsy hands." Yang Tang turned around and spoke to Wei Bingyan in a soft voice.

She really wanted to listen to Mr. Ran's teachings, but she couldn't help but get distracted while listening.

Who wasn’t required to learn needlework since childhood?

She just has one more lifetime of experience...

I remember that time in the palace, every time she felt resentful, she would sit down and do exquisite needlework, and she would continue until she calmed her mind and was completely rational and calm.

Wei Bingyan looked at the handkerchief in Yang Tang's hand. The colors didn't match well either. She couldn't help but look at her with a smile, "You're just too careless."

Yang Tang hurriedly stuffed the hand towel into his sleeve and took the peony flower towel from Wei Bingyan's desk. "Give me this one sincerely. Go back and tell my mother that I have two good friends who are very dexterous. This will save me from being looked down upon by her all the time."

Wei Bingyan looked at Yang Tang's smug look and couldn't help but smile.

"By the way, after class, let's go to the lush green mountains in front. There's a Kung Fu competition going on at the academy today, so let's go and watch." Yang Tang glanced at Mr. Ran and whispered to Wei Bingyan.

"You go, I..." Wei Bingyan had no interest in this kind of hustle and bustle and was about to refuse firmly.

"You can't always go alone. After class, everyone is going, so let's go too." Yang Tang pulled Wei Bingyan's hand and pleaded in a low voice, "They all went to see Li Yuyan, but I won't be like them."

Wei Bingyan looked at her and laughed, "Who are you going to see?"

The little girl Yang Tang blushed and glared at Wei Bingyan, "I don't want to bother with you anymore!"

"Well, Yang Tang, listen carefully, otherwise you will have to embroider your own wedding dress in the future. Don't make the singing of a loving couple become the swimming of a duck." Mr. Ran looked at Yang Tang with a smile. He was no longer surprised that she was always distracted in class.

Yang Tang's face turned even redder, and he almost buried his head in his chest.

"Okay, everyone, practice it repeatedly." Mr. Ran finished his lesson and asked them to practice in class. After that, he looked directly at Wei Bingyan, "Bingyan, come with me."

Wei Bingyan stood up, looked at each other with Yang Tang, and followed Mr. Ran to the study which was only a few steps away.

"You don't seem to like needlework very much?" Mr. Ran sat down on the recliner and looked at Wei Bingyan with amusement.

"Mr. Ran, it's not that I don't like needlework." Wei Bingyan hung her head and said sincerely that she just had things she liked more.

Mr. Ran looked at her and shook his head, saying, "I have always wanted to find a disciple for myself. You are the most talented one I have ever seen, but your heart is not completely in this place."

Wei Bingyan didn't know where to start, her heart was definitely not here.

"Do you want to learn another method of needlework?" Mr. Ran could hardly hide his helplessness and did not bring up the matter of accepting disciples again.

"Please correct me, sir!" Wei Bingyan bowed. She also wanted to embroider such a flourishing and gorgeous peony.

Mr. Ran asked Wei Bingyan to step forward and pointed to a shelf near the desk, on which there was an unfinished embroidery of thousands of birds paying homage to the phoenix. He said, "I use exquisite velvet embroidery. I like to use the feathers of cute Vietnamese birds to weave the thread for embroidery, which makes the exquisite embroidery more dazzling. I also often use horsetail hair to wrap the velvet as a binding thread..."

The exquisite velvet embroidery is the embroidery method of the Northern Barbarians. Wei Bingyan had only heard of it before and rarely saw it. But today, her horizons were broadened and she couldn't help but listen seriously.

"The stitches are finer than a hair, and the rules are never forgotten... The outlines are beautiful, and the patterns are natural, delicate, and neat. Women's unique sleeves and skirts are often covered with broken branches and flowers, and the velvet is very thin, flat against the surface of the twill. Careful color matching also requires a clear difference in the color lines, which will be more eye-catching..."