"Here is the pouch you wanted. Take it." The next day, Aran handed the finished pouch to Chu Hengyuan, who had come to feed her. Having slept soundly throughout the previous day, she had stayed up late into the night to finish stitching it.
"You’ve worked hard, my dear Ranran. This prince will surely treasure it!" Chu Hengyuan took the pouch from her. It was made of milky-white fabric, embroidered with a few stalks of bamboo that were reasonably straight. He hung it from his belt without a moment’s hesitation.
"Are you really going to wear it? Aren't you afraid of looking foolish? You’re heading to court soon; you’d better take it off and leave it at the estate," Aran advised, looking at Chu Hengyuan in his court robes. The pouch looked far too conspicuous hanging at his waist.
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