"How novel," Ruan Jiaojiao chuckled, looking the other woman up and down. "It hasn't been long, yet Miss Lin has managed to don the fifth-rank cloud-crane embroidery. But with the sleeves rolled up three times and the hem dragging in the dirt, did you snatch this off some minor official?"
She let out a crisp laugh, like jade clinking against a porcelain tray. "His Majesty has always been a stickler for regulations. Could it be he broke the ancestral laws overnight just for you?"
Every official's uniform is custom-made, often weeks in advance. The one Lin Tangyue was wearing, in other words, belonged to someone else. Because Shen Junhe had never intended to grant her an official title to begin with.
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