"What's wrong?" Fang Ruotang asked, puzzled.

The Crown Prince looked at Ye Wuxia, who subtly pursed her lips and let go.

The Crown Prince took Fang Ruotang's hand and said with concern, "These are all old clothes that other people have worn. We don't know if they are clean or not, so please don't touch them."

"It shouldn't be that bad!"

Fang Ruotang hesitated before answering, her mind racing.

[Won't my clothes carry viruses? If a virus from the previous dimension came over, it would be a major threat to us!]

"You just realized that? Of course not! These clothes have all been treated; there's no virus in them. But please don't wear them, my dear. I won't allow you to wear other people's hand-me-downs. I've gone shopping for you; I have lots of pretty clothes and dresses."

Since I've already gone all the way there, how could I not take some personal items?

If you make his family members wear hand-me-downs, will he still be a good friend?

[I wasn't wearing it myself; I was just thinking of giving that men's wool coat to the Crown Prince. You bought it all up for me! What about your six lords? You haven't forgotten, have you?]

[...]

The little mirror remained silent when asked.

Fang Ruotang, oblivious to the situation, kept pressing for answers, while the Crown Prince and Ye Wuxia already knew the truth.

“That’s a men’s style, it doesn’t suit you, and I don’t like it either, so we won’t take it.” The Crown Prince couldn’t stand wearing someone else’s old clothes.

Even if it's a style he's never seen before, he can't get past the mental hurdle and doesn't want to wear it.

Not only him, but almost all high-ranking officials and nobles have this problem. But it's good in a way, as it ensures that these old clothes end up in the hands of those who need them.