"This, this is, this is..." Lian Hua was overwhelmingly emotional, the more agitated she became, the more her tongue twisted and the more she wanted to speak, her eyes even starting to moisten.
The Emperor saw this and, realizing the situation was bad, hurriedly put the rattan down on the table and went over to half-embrace her, soothing her back and gently asking, "Nannan, don't rush, take it slowly, don't rush."
Lian Hua, both anxious and excited, nearly burst into tears, only shaking her head and grabbing his sleeve, wanting to look at that rattan.
Finally, she blurted out the words that were stuck in her throat, her tone completely transformed, "Your Majesty, this is the rattan made by Brother Three, I would recognize it even if it turned to ashes!"
Her voice sharpened a few notes in her excitement.
The Emperor was startled, somewhat shocked, and took the rattan to look at it closely.
