RMWDS -Chapter 267 A Family of Master Craftsmen

The next morning, Ling Yunxiao officially began his half-month acupuncture treatment.

Miao Yunyou’s curiosity got the better of her. Though timid, she still wanted to see what was happening, so she secretly sneaked into the clinic to take a look.

One glance was enough to make her scalp go numb and her whole body stiffen.

Ling Yunxiao’s entire head was covered with silver needles.

They were arranged in dense, orderly rows, each one standing upright. From a distance, he looked exactly like a perfectly shaped black hedgehog.

The visual impact was overwhelming.

The needles reflected tiny flashes of cold light in the morning sun, and as he breathed softly, faint wisps of cool air seemed to linger around their tips.

Miao Yunyou’s legs nearly gave out beneath her.

At that moment, she swore to herself:

For the rest of this life—and the next one too—I will never eat sea urchin again…

Meanwhile, Wen Xiuning and Ling Nianci sat quietly nearby, keeping him company.

In her hands, Ling Nianci held an exquisite velvet-flower hairpin.

Its pale pink petals were layered one upon another, while the flower’s center was decorated with tiny flecks of gold powder that shimmered softly in the morning light.

After Chu Fuling finished removing the needles, Ling Nianci immediately ran over.

Stopping in front of Ling Yunxiao, she held the hairpin up before him.

Her voice was full of anticipation.

“Father, look at this. Do you remember it?”

As Chu Fuling packed away her acupuncture tools, she couldn’t help laughing.

“Silly child. This is only the first day of treatment. The old blood clot hasn’t dissolved much yet. How could he possibly remember such detailed things already?”

Still grimacing from what she had just witnessed, Miao Yunyou walked in and asked:

“Does he have to get poked like that every day from now on? It hurts just looking at it.”

While wiping her hands, Chu Fuling replied casually:

“Today’s session was only the basic treatment to clear the channels.

“Tomorrow there’ll be even more needles, arranged even more densely. The results will be better that way.”

Miao Yunyou: “…”

She immediately decided she would never come watch again.

While they were talking, Ling Yunxiao’s gaze settled on the velvet-flower hairpin.

His brows slowly furrowed.

A look of confusion and concentration appeared in his eyes, as though he were trying to grasp vague fragments hidden deep within his memory.

He reached out and gently touched the soft petals with his fingertips.

The movement was so careful that it seemed he was afraid of damaging it.

“This hairpin…”

“I think I remember something about it.”

His voice was low and uncertain.

Miao Yunyou looked toward Ling Nianci.

“Did your father give this to you back then? It’s really pretty.”

Before Nianci could answer, Ling Yunxiao spoke first.

A fraction of a second faster.

“I made it.”

Miao Yunyou and Chu Ningshuang froze.

“Huh?”

The craftsmanship of the hairpin was extraordinary.

Each petal was perfectly layered.

The velvet threads were delicate and fluffy.

The colors were soft and natural.

The edges had been trimmed with remarkable precision.

At a glance, it was clearly the work of a master artisan.

It looked nothing like something a wandering swordsman would make.

Seeing their astonishment, Ling Nianci burst into laughter.

Her face was filled with pride.

“My father’s hands are incredibly skilled!

“Most of the hair ornaments Mother and I wear were made by him personally.

“Especially the velvet-flower accessories. The ones he makes are even prettier than those sold in shops.”

She looked up at Ling Yunxiao.

The smile in her eyes gradually softened, replaced by a faint trace of melancholy.

“You left in such a hurry back then.

“You only managed to finish this one begonia velvet-flower hairpin for me.

“You said that when you came back, you’d make the matching one so the pair would be complete.”

She paused.

“Unfortunately…”

Unfortunately, he had broken that promise.

That day, he had ventured into the mountains to rescue disaster victims trapped there.

And he never returned.

Wen Xiuning gently stroked her daughter’s head.

“It’s alright.”

“He’s back now.”

Every regret could slowly be made whole again.

Miao Yunyou nodded repeatedly.

“Exactly, exactly.

“And remember—don’t casually raise unlucky flags like that in the future.”

Ling Yunxiao: “Hm?”

Chu Ningshuang: “Say something he can actually understand.”

Realizing that she had ruined the mood just a tiny bit, Cult Leader Miao quickly backtracked.

“Never mind. Pretend I’m not here. You all carry on.”

Ling Yunxiao’s fingers tightened slightly around the hairpin.

A clear look of guilt and self-reproach appeared in his eyes.

Lowering his head, he looked at the lifelike begonia petals on the hairpin.

After a moment of silence, he spoke firmly:

“It’s alright. It’s not too late to make it now.”

He looked up at Ling Nianci, his eyes filled with apology.

“Do we have the materials for making velvet flowers here?

“I can make the other one for you right now.”

Miao Yunyou’s curiosity was instantly ignited.

She pulled out her phone and searched for the materials needed to make velvet flowers.

“Silk thread… brass wire… plant dyes, white glue, bristle brushes, pointed scissors, velvet-trimming scissors, tweezers… That’s a lot of stuff.”

Many of the items listed were things she had never even heard of before.

Ling Nianci also took out her phone.

“There are complete tool kits sold online. I’ve seen them before.

“Cult Leader, don’t worry about it. I’ll place the order.

“It should arrive tomorrow.”

Miao Yunyou: “…”

Everyone was becoming more and more integrated into modern society.

Ling Yunxiao looked at Wen Xiuning in confusion.

What exactly is our daughter talking about?

His bewildered expression made Wen Xiuning laugh softly.

Her eyes curved into crescents as she gently explained:

“It’s alright.

“You’ll understand after some time.”

Ling Yunxiao nodded obediently, trusting her completely.

“Okay.”

The next morning, the materials Ling Nianci had ordered arrived right on schedule.

Ling Yunxiao sat at a stone table in the courtyard.

Sunlight filtered through the leaves overhead, outlining his tall figure in a warm golden glow.

Picking up a bundle of silk thread, he skillfully split it into strands as fine as hair.

His movements were smooth and practiced, as though he had performed them thousands of times before.

First, he used a bristle brush to comb the silk fibers until they were soft and fluffy.

Then he took brass wire and wrapped the fibers evenly around it.

With both hands moving in opposite directions, he twisted the materials together into spiral velvet strips.

Next, he used specialized scissors to trim the strips into flower petals.

Each petal had clear layering and beautifully rounded edges.

Miao Yunyou and Ling Nianci stood nearby, watching without blinking.

Using tweezers, he carefully assembled the petals piece by piece.

A small amount of white glue secured them in place.

Finally, he added delicate flecks of gold powder as decoration.

Before long, he had completed a second begonia velvet-flower hairpin that looked identical to the original.

Even more astonishingly, he also made an additional butterfly hairpin.

The butterfly’s wings were woven from layers of pale green, lavender, and deep blue velvet fibers.

The colors blended together in overlapping layers, as thin and delicate as cicada wings.

Every curve perfectly matched the shape of a real butterfly’s wings.

Natural.

Graceful.

Alive.

Sunlight fell across the velvet fibers, creating a soft, elegant sheen.

The patterns on the wings were crisp and three-dimensional.

When a gentle breeze passed by, the tips of the wings trembled slightly.

The butterfly looked so vivid that it seemed as if it might spread its wings and fly away at any moment.

“My goodness…”

Miao Yunyou stared in complete amazement.

She reached out and lightly touched one of the butterfly’s wings.

The velvet fibers were soft, fluffy, and wonderfully pleasant to the touch.

“This isn’t jewelry at all.

“It’s a work of art!”

She couldn’t help sighing in admiration.

This family was truly packed with master craftsmen.