Ye Wanqiu was taken aback. After handling it for a while, she found it to be true.
Because the line was thin, when the kite was carried by the wind, it created a pulling force, and holding the line by hand was uncomfortable.
In fact, if the wind was strong or the kite was flown too high, it could even hurt the hand.
But now that the kite line was wrapped around a wooden stick, holding the stick put these concerns to rest.
Chen Mo's thoughtfulness inexplicably warmed Ye Wanqiu's heart.
As the kite rose higher, the amazed voices of the surrounding palace maids and eunuchs grew louder.
"Go, go, haven't you got work to do?" Qing Shuang hurriedly sent them away.
And they dared not defy Qing Shuang's words.
After all, Qing Shuang was Consort Jing's personal palace maid and her favored one, so she was qualified to discipline them.
"Your Highness, don't let it fly too high, otherwise, if the wind picks up, the line might break," Chen Mo advised from the side.
