Mingshu clearly enjoyed this life of raising a little one.
She didn't even know where she had scavenged a pile of fabrics from, rubbing her hands together gleefully as she spoke of making clothes for Si Chu.
When Si Chu first learned of this, his feelings were quite complicated.
Ever since he was conscious, no one had ever made clothes for him. He wore clothes that an old sister in the palace couldn't bear to see him without and secretly gathered for him, all discarded by others.
After the old sister passed away from illness, Si Chu never had "new clothes" again.
He was forced to ignite his tailoring skills, patching up his clothes wherever they tore. A piece of clothing was so worn that it couldn't be more torn, with no place for patches, completely unbecoming of the treatment a prince should receive.
Seeing Mingshu full of eager intent, Si Chu, although he did not show any abnormal reaction, couldn't help but look forward to it in his heart.
