Since the establishment of Song Daxing's school of philosophy, this type of skirt has been mostly worn only in chambers of women.
Empress An stood up, placed her hands flat in front of her abdomen, and said slowly:
"When the time comes, wear this to the banquet."
Dong Gong Ruo Shu's cheeks flushed red in a rare manner. In her life thus far, she truly hadn't seen many people wear such skirts.
Empress An pinched a corner of the garment and spoke in a tone that was gentle yet left no room for rejection:
"There will be no outsiders at the private banquet. You are exceptionally delightful. Wear it for him to see, and you'll be able to bind his heart within the palace."
"But…" Dong Gong Ruo Shu naturally did not wish to wear it. She hesitated briefly and said, "The Empress Dowager is far more beautiful than I am—why doesn't she wear it instead?"
Empress An's expression stiffened slightly.
A series of embarrassing memories flashed through her mind, and her gaze darkened.
