"Sister Mingyu, I noticed you're eating very little. Is it not to your liking?" Xueying asked, noticing that Mingyu hadn't touched her chopsticks much and seemed a little uncomfortable.

Upon hearing this, everyone naturally looked at Mingyu, who forced a smile and said, "I don't usually eat much. My appetite is generally not very good when I wake up in the morning."

“No wonder you don’t look well. Skipping breakfast is bad for your health, isn’t it, Mother?” Ushiha said.

"I noticed that Sister Mingyu looks a little pale, and she often seems tired and exhausted. It must be because she hasn't been eating enough."

Biechuk listened and thought it made some sense, because she spent a lot of time with Fucha Mingyu and found that she was indeed easily tired, and her complexion was indeed a bit too pale.

The two men were genuinely concerned about Mingyu's health, but to Fucha Mingyu, their words sounded like concerns and doubts about her well-being, making her feel very embarrassed and uncomfortable.

"Thank you for your concern, sisters. I've always been like this; I eat little, but I eat well. Mother has been taking good care of me, and I'm fine. Lately, perhaps it's because winter is here, so I tend to feel a bit drowsy. It's definitely not because I'm eating less that I'm unwell or have a bad spirit," Mingyu explained.

"That's good. I noticed you're a bit thin. Xueying's work is quite good. Try to order more of it," Lanqin said quickly when she heard her say that.

Mingyu nodded, then picked up her chopsticks and used a few more.

After breakfast was finished, Ushiha ordered the uneaten food to be removed, and then the group sat down to drink tea.

"Baoqin, bring out all the leather cloaks and let them try them on," Lanqin said.

As the maids were instructed to unfold the leather cloaks that Lanqin had brought, one by one, black and white leather cloaks were presented to Wuxiha and the others.

“Ushiha, Mingyu, you two are white fox fur, give it a try. Bechuk, Xueying, you two are black mink fur!” Lanqin said.

The four girls, attended by their respective maids, went to try on the fur cloaks. Lanqin watched as the girls put on their newly made fur cloaks, and indeed, each had her own unique style.

"Consort, the collar and cuffs of this mink cloak I'm wearing are so exquisitely made. Although my mother made them for me before, none of them are as exquisite and gorgeous as this one," Xueying said, looking at her cuffs and collar.

“I’m glad you like it. Black looks a bit monotonous, so I had the embroiderer put extra effort into the collar and cuffs. Yours is embroidered with hibiscus flowers, while Bechuk’s is embroidered with hydrangea flowers,” Lanqin said with a smile.

"Mother is biased. Why is there nothing on mine?" Ushiha asked, looking at his own clothes.

“Mother isn’t being biased. Yours is white, isn’t it? White makes people look better. How about I switch with you?” Bechuk said.

Upon hearing this, Mingyu said, "If you like white, I'll trade with you."

When Ushiha saw that Mingyu was actually going to exchange with Bechuk, as if his mother was really favoring him, he was immediately unhappy, but he didn't say anything.

“I think white suits Ushiha and Mingyu’s skin tone better. Bechuk, your skin tone and mine suit black better,” Xueying said immediately when she saw Lanqin frown slightly. She had already figured out that this concubine from Fujian wouldn’t treat her two princesses differently, so she must have chosen the color based on each person’s features.