Zhou Zhenniang returned to her quarters and immediately had her maid fetch her a pot of wine to drink.
After drinking the wine, Zhou Zhenniang felt her heart fluttering as if it had taken flight, and she felt thoroughly pleased with herself.
She couldn't help but want to do something.
Looking at the books lying around the room, along with some ink and brushes, Zhou Zhenniang picked up a pen wanting to write, but before the brush even touched the paper, she threw it away.
She was no great talent in literature; initially illiterate, she only learned to read and write to please Qi Rui. Even now, her handwriting was nothing to boast about.
Unable to write or draw, Zhou Zhenniang paced restlessly around her room.
Thinking it over, she felt confident about her needlework, so she decided to embroider something for Boss Zou.
Taking out her needle and thread, Zhou Zhenniang sat on the bed and began her embroidery, but after a small bit she became impatient.
