Di Linhan looked at the clothes in the hands of the Palace Lord’s wife and he almost cried!
There was nothing wrong with the black cloth, but what the hell was that bunch of red embroidery on it?
Di Linhan gritted his teeth and said: “Jin Se, you are really too capable, to be able to sew it up so quickly?”
The palace Lord’s wife said a little smugly: “Although my embroidery skills are average, but this sewing work is not bad. Come here, give it a try and see how it goes.”
Di Linhan braced himself and asked the palace Lord’s wife to help him put on his clothes. Di Linhan looked at himself in the mirror and the corners of his eyes twitched a little. He did not say anything more about the blobs of red on top, but why was there a long sleeve and a short sleeve? One wide and one narrow? Even the hem of the clothes was actually high on one side and low on the other.
