"Su Xiaoxiao, where is that unrestrained and carefree scholars' garment that I asked for?"
"I washed it for you."
"What? Is it dry now? Today's occasion is so important, I still need to wear it."
"Hmm, it's already dried. You asked me to add incense to it the day before yesterday, so I washed it while I was at it."
"That's good, I specifically had Wenruo prepare it for me. Only this kind of scholar's garment, with wide sleeves fluttering and robes trailing on the ground, is fitting for this young master's... my superior... superior martial artist status. Hey, not bad, Su Xiaoxiao, you've scented the clothes quite nicely... What the hell, why is this stitched up? Su Xiaoxiao! Did you sew the overlapping fronts together?"
After getting up and washing himself, Zhao Rong, who was preparing to change his clothes, looked at the luxurious garment that Lin Wenruo had carefully prepared for him with a face full of shock.