Happiness was always relative.
A winter quilt was a hundred times happier than a summer quilt.
Long E Ying lay half-curled beneath the covers, her pale skin revealed as she turned to the side, her bright, glistening eyes faintly flickering. Long Yao and Long Li busied themselves, draping Dragon Spirit Silk over Liang Qu.
"Wait. Take out my court attire. I'm not wearing Dragon Spirit Silk today."
"Ah, court attire? Can't Dragon Spirit Silk just change into it? There's no difference." Early in the morning, Long Li wanted to be lazy and spare herself the trouble of rummaging through the wardrobe.
"There is a difference." Liang Qu shook his head. "I remember bringing it. It's in the wardrobe."
"Xiao Li, be good." Long E Ying coaxed gently.
"Got it, got it!"
Long Li opened the wardrobe, crouched down, and opened the lacquered chest.
Dragon Spirit Silk could change into any color or style. Usually, it did not matter, and it was only for subordinates to see, but in the end, it was not the officially issued set from the imperial Weaving Bureau, the one with legal standing.
Liang Qu had always been cautious.
He was no longer a teenager. Being carefree and rough around the edges was called honest simplicity; being unfettered was called temperament. This year, he was twenty-five, with a family and a career. He could be high-spirited and brimming with youthful vigor, and jokes were fine too, but he ought to start paying attention to the small details.
A person could not remain unchanged forever, making no progress. Still less could one merely increase in strength without growing a brain.
He unfolded a brocade garment, then put on a Cloud-Thunder Garment over it.
He was soon neatly dressed.
Liang Qu placed the Dragon Spirit Silk over a