"Frivolous." Qingli threw the letter in her hand aside and clutched her chest, panting.
After catching her breath, she crouched down to pick it up again.
"Why must it be like this?" Qingli held the sheet of paper. Inside the cloth bag lay a set of golden needles, as fine as strands of hair. This gift was so precious she barely dared hold it, yet the third young master had said this was a token of gratitude from Lord Su, delivered on his master's behalf.
Chapter 301