"What are your thoughts?" Xu Shi asked again.
"Aunt, I am not worthy of him!" The young girl said somewhat frustrated.
...
A moment later.
Inside the room.
"My Lord!" The maid spoke.
Jiang Ning immediately cooperated by extending both his hands, then the maid, holding a belt, lowered her head slightly, as if burying it in his chest, wrapping her hands around his waist.
A moment later.
The maid stood up and stepped back two paces.
"My Lord, does it fit well?"
"It fits perfectly!" Jiang Ning nodded in satisfaction.
He then adjusted the cuffs a bit to make them more comfortable.
Wearing this garment, he couldn't help but feel a bit sentimental.
The garment not only fit him perfectly, but most importantly, it felt neither cold nor hot, and seemed weightless when worn.
This was a fabric of the highest quality he had never worn before.
An imperial tribute.
Capable of resisting weapons, impervious to water and fire.
