Holding a wooden box, Miss Wang found her father, Wang Zongsheng.
He was a middle-sized man with average looks, somewhat plump, and without a beard.
"Father, take a look at this," She said, opening the box and showing it to him.
"What is this?"
"Your daughter found a piece of clothing while out shopping. This is incredibly valuable. You've mentioned how tough times are for my aunt in the palace. I'm wondering if this clothing could help her?"
Only then did Wang Zongsheng carefully examine the clothing. "Wow. What kind of fabric is this?"
Wang Jiaru held up the clothing with both hands. "We don't have this fabric in the Great Ming Dynasty. This clothing has an extraordinarily novel design. When worn, it's as magnificent as a fairy. If Auntie wears it, could she gain favor with the Emperor?"
"No matter how beautiful a piece of clothing is, it's merely temporary."
