"Han'er..."
Consort Shu moved her lips but had not yet spoken.
A young eunuch walked in from outside: "Greetings to the Imperial Concubine and the Second Prince."
"Get up." Consort Shu slowly sat up straight. "What is it?"
"Your Highness, the guards at the palace gate have reported that there is a box of things that the Second Prince ordered to be delivered to Your Highness," the eunuch replied.
"Have them send it over directly," Mu Junhan said preemptively.
"Yes, Second Prince." The eunuch bowed and withdrew.
"Mother, the things have arrived. I really didn't expect them to be so fast." Mu Junhan's face showed an undisguised joy.
Seeing his happy expression, Consort Shu felt even more heavy-hearted.
From childhood to adulthood, Mu Junhan, though unable to remain calm in the face of adversity, was at least able to keep his emotions hidden.
He looks very unusual today.
Consort Shu was lost in thought.
The guards and eunuchs at the palace gate had already carried the large box of things that Mu Junchen had brought back from the frontier into Qiluan Garden.
"Mother, come quick, come quick!"
The eunuch had just untied the ropes binding the wooden box.
Mu Junhan couldn't wait to open the box.
The moment the box was opened, a fragrant aroma wafted out.
Mu Qianqian coughed, choked by the choking sound.
Consort Shu, holding Mu Qianqian, took several steps back.
Mu Junhan took out a piece of yellow fabric with a dark pattern from the box and walked up to Consort Shu: "Mother, what do you think of this fabric? Wouldn't it be just right to make a nightgown for Father?"
"It is indeed excellent."
Consort Shu reached out and touched the fabric; it was soft and smooth, and its luster under the sunlight was exceptionally gentle.
It's definitely a good piece of material for making nightgowns.
"However, Han'er, your filial piety towards your father is commendable. You must not let anyone gossip and say that you are deliberately getting close to your father. When you send him off, you must be careful to avoid attracting attention," Consort Shu instructed solemnly.
"Yes, Mother." Mu Junhan's expression instantly became tense: "Your subject has learned a lot."
Consort Shu nodded in relief, and then carefully examined the fabrics that Mu Junhan had given her and Qianqian.
It seems there are two other pieces of fabric that would be suitable for making nightgowns.
Based on the quantity Mu Junhan bought, it was just enough to make one set for each of Mu Junxi, Mu Junchen, and Qianqian.
Both the texture and the color are excellent.
Consort Shu raised her hand and touched Mu Junhan's head: "Han'er has really grown up. Even now that you're at the frontier, you still think about your mother and your younger siblings."
Mu Junhan lowered his eyes, feeling a little embarrassed by the praise.
[Mother, wait a minute, I feel like there's something wrong with this material.]
Mu Qianqian, nestled in Consort Shu's arms, craned her neck to look at the fabric in the box.
What?
There's a problem!?
She had this concern before.
But she did check every single one of them carefully just now.
No problem.
Consort Shu, without making a sound, took another step closer to the box while holding Mu Qianqian.
The box had such a strong smell when it was first opened.
[But there was nothing inside the box except fabric, so where did the smell come from?]
Consort Shu frowned, as if afraid of missing something, and looked into the box again.
Mu Junhan, who also heard Mu Qianqian's thoughts, felt a pang in his heart.
Because this box is to be sent to the palace, therefore...
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