Kang was deeply preoccupied. With Shen Yiren and Prince Duan’s grand wedding approaching, the mountain of tasks soon left her no time to dwell on such matters.
Shen Yiren spent her days at the Yangcan Residence in comfort, either tinkering with clay pellets, admiring her jewelry, or gazing at the wedding attire hanging on the rack. Reaching out to touch it, she could almost picture the gentle Noble Consort Xian, dressed in frost-blue robes, sitting in a pavilion, stitching a wedding garment for her son and daughter-in-law, one needle at a time. It was such a marvelous feeling. Shen Yiren felt a warmth spread through her body, and she could not help but let her smile broaden.
"Miss, what should we do with this wedding dress? It looks cheap at a glance," Xiaku said, holding the attire Kang had sent over. It could not compare at all to the one hanging on the rack.
Chapter 46