"You're already a bride. Why are you still so rash? Look at how thin your clothes are. Be careful not to catch a cold."
Madam Xia saw that her daughter was wearing thin clothes and immediately scowled.
"You don't embroider some dowry, but you care about a blade of grass all day." Madam Xia was extremely helpless.
He felt that his daughter was about to get married before she grew up. For a moment, he felt a little uncomfortable.
It was almost the end of the year, and the weather was already a little cold.
She hurriedly asked Tao Zhi to bring her clothes and put them on.
" Why would a daughter need to embroider a dowry? Didn't Jiangjiang help her embroider since she was young? " Lulu said.
Madam Xia's heart suddenly felt stifled.
"No wonder your embroidery skills are unstable." Now that Madam Xia thought about it, how could she not understand?
Her embroidery was probably done by the emperor.
