Ye Xinyan was startled when she saw the stack of technical drawings. In truth, the little girl was quite capable; most of those drawings had been done by her, not to mention the discarded ones. It seemed that it was time to cultivate a few people who specialized in technology and archival management, or else the girl would exhaust herself to the point of spitting blood.
Ye Xinyan said coolly, "Take them to the backyard and draw in the wife of the heir apparent's room. If the wife of the heir apparent feels sympathy for you and is willing to speak on your behalf, and you can guarantee that from now on you won't be as idle as those gossipy women, then the matter of drawing can be put on hold."
"Ah?" Zhou Biyao, clutching the drawings, was stunned. This happiness had come too suddenly, hadn't it? "Sister Qi, are you serious, you're not kidding?"
