At Madam He's suggestion, Hua Manman decided to make a new set of clothes for Prince Zhao.
She grabbed a measuring tape, ready to take Prince Zhao's measurements.
When Li Ji learned she was making clothes again, he couldn't help but think of the ill-fated cloak that was ruined before it was even finished.
He smiled and declined.
"Thank you, but I have enough clothes. You don't need to make any more for me."
The magical experience of a cloak turning into a small pouch was something he only needed to witness once.
Hua Manman looked at him reproachfully. "Does Your Highness look down on me? Do you think my skills are too poor?"
'With skills like yours,' Li Ji thought, 'even saying the word "skills" is an insult to the craft.'
Fortunately, he retained a last shred of decency and didn't say what he was thinking. Instead, he put it tactfully.
"Instead of clothes, I'd rather have a new pouch."
Hua Manman said, "Didn't I already make a pouch for you?"
