"Why is the embroidery on this wedding robe so crooked?" Jiang Wan pinched the cuff, her fingertip brushing against the twin lotus embroidered with golden thread, her brows furrowed tightly enough to kill a fly.
The head housekeeper wrung her hands in anxiety. "My lady, this is already the third batch of goods delivered. The silk shop says the veteran artisans are all sick and simply cannot rush the work in time..."
Lu Jingyuan reached out and took the fabric from Jiang Wan's hand, rubbing the rough stitches and sneering. "Sick quite conveniently, aren't they? They don't fall ill sooner or later, but right as the wedding date approaches."
Chapter 237