Chapter 1164 - 1105. A Day Before The Celebration
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"The cut on Prince Muchen’s ceremonial robes is entirely too loose around the shoulders!" Ying Yue instructed a terrified master tailor, pointing sharply at a magnificent piece of black and gold silk. "He is the Crown Prince. He will be standing at his father’s side during the military review. He must not look like a boy swimming in his father’s clothes, he must look like a young dragon! Take it in by two inches and reinforce the collar with heavier gold threading!"
"At once, Your Imperial Majesty!" the tailor bowed furiously, scrambling away with the fabric.
Fortunately, Ying Yue did not have to wage this logistical war alone. The other consorts, the mothers of the imperial children, had rallied to her side, utilizing their own unique talents to ensure the family presented a perfectly united, breathtaking front.
Diao Chan, whose legendary beauty and flawless understanding of courtly elegance were unmatched, was moving gracefully among the older princesses. She was carefully, meticulously selecting their jewelry, ensuring that the jade pendants and the gold filigree hairpins perfectly complemented the specific hue of their silk dresses without appearing overly ostentatious.
"No, my sweet," Diao Chan murmured gently, removing a heavy ruby necklace from the neck of a pouting nine year old Xuanxuan and replacing it with a delicate, intricately carved string of white pearls. "The rubies are too heavy for your delicate features. True elegance whispers, it does not shout. You wish to look like a flower of the court, not a merchant’s display case."
Nearby, Cai Wenji was utilizing her profound, unparalleled knowledge of history and culture. She was inspecting the specific embroidery patterns on the hems of the children’s robes, ensuring that the depictions of mythical beasts, clouds, and lotuses strictly adhered to the traditional, auspicious rites required for a unification ceremony.
She corrected the seamstresses when a thread color deviated from the ancient texts, ensuring that the imperial family’s attire was not just beautiful, but deeply, historically legitimate.
Lu Lingqi, however, was pacing the room with her arms crossed, looking entirely frustrated by the restrictive nature of formal court wear. The fierce, martial daughter of Lu Bu was eyeing the heavy, multi layered silk robes being prepared for the younger sons.