"How could that be?"
Lu Ronghua was stunned, instinctively dismissing the absurd possibility. She even laughed as she spoke, "Sister Zhaoyi, Xuanzhu Garden was built in Xihua Garden by the Emperor's special decree. How could it possibly be your design?"
Lu Ronghua's skepticism was not entirely unfounded.
Before marriage, young ladies from prestigious families were taught needlework and embroidery, or the art of managing a household. At the very least, they pursued romantic arts and literature, learning to write beautiful prose. But no one taught their daughters how to design a garden to their liking.
After all, it wasn't exactly a skill that would earn a concubine any extra points.
Moreover, the design of Xuanzhu Garden was novel and unique, unlike anything Lu Ronghua, who had grown up in the Capital, had ever seen. She didn't believe the daughter of a minor rural official could possess such broad horizons and imaginative ideas.
