Li Yan was forced to shed the fine robes that marked him as a Prince and change into a dusty, coarse linen tunic.
Having been accustomed to soft, smooth fabrics since childhood, he was incredibly pampered and found the rough clothing completely unbearable. Every part of his body felt uncomfortable, and he couldn't stop himself from scratching all over.
In just a few moments, he had already scratched red marks all over his body.
But the official escorting him acted as if he didn't notice, dutifully delivering him to the Imperial Ancestral Temple.
Laborers were hard at work rebuilding the Imperial Ancestral Temple, with officials from the Ministry of Industry pacing back and forth on-site. Li Ji would occasionally drop by to supervise.
When Li Yan was brought to the Imperial Ancestral Temple, Li Ji happened to be there.
Li Ji looked him up and down, a brazen smile spreading across his face.
"This look suits you quite well."
