"Indeed, men aren't interested in these things and naturally can't tell the difference," Princess Consort Chu laughed. "The clothes and accessories you've been trying on have all been replaced. Your fourth and eighth brother ordered them to be remade, disliking the previous ones."
Zhao Yao looked carefully at his red ceremonial attire, unable to see any difference from the previous ones.
"Your fourth and eighth brothers also scolded the Ministry of Rites for mishandling your wedding preparations."
Zhao Yao had heard about it, "I said that my fourth and eighth brothers are like they're marrying off a son."
Princess Consort Chu and Princess Consort Wei were amused by Zhao Yao's remark about "marrying off a son." They laughed gracefully.
"It really is like marrying off a son."
Zhao Yao tried on clothes one by one. Along with the clothes, he also had to try on accessories. Each outfit needed corresponding accessories. He felt like a doll in Zhao Yao's dreamed world.
