Chapter 1086: Embroidery and Silk

Changle looked at the overly cautious Ayuduo and said, "These are all yours now. You don't need to be afraid; you can pick them up and look at them closely. When Zhinu comes later, I'll have her take your measurements, and then we'll have all this Cloth made into clothes for you to wear."

Stars were practically flashing in Ayuduo's eyes. She picked up a bolt of Silk, gently stroked it in her hands to feel it, and finally, unable to resist, she shook it open.

The "bolt" (pi) of Cloth in Huaxia now, although a unit of measurement, is still different from the true "bolt" in history. It is just like the jin; in ancient times, sixteen liang made one jin, which is why the phrase "half a jin equals eight liang" exists, because half a jin is equal to eight liang. However, with the changes of the times, one jin is now ten liang, so many people do not understand why "half a jin equals eight liang" has such a meaning.

The "bolt" of Huaxia now is actually very small. According to the standard Huaxia clothing style, if making a one-size-fits-all garment, it can only make two pieces of clothing—a robe that is one piece from top to bottom—which is very small compared to the "bolt" in history.

Ayuduo felt a bit nervous because the Silk was dragging on the floor, so Baishao, being very observant, lifted one side for Ayuduo so she could look at it carefully.

"Look at them all, look at them all; they are all yours. And this is just what my mother and younger sister sent; I still have plenty myself, more than I can use, so you don't need to be so cautious."

After Ayuduo finished looking at one, she wanted to see the next type and tried to fold it herself, but Baishao hurriedly took it over: "Master, let me do it."

After Ayuduo glanced at Baishao, she handed over the Silk, and Baishao quickly folded that bolt of Silk. Ayuduo then took the opportunity to look at the next type. However, these Silks, apart from their colors, were all exactly the same, so Sui and Chinv had just sent a little of each color; there was no point in sending too much of the same color.

The bolt sent by Miaoyin, however, made Changle a bit curious. He knew about the Embroidery, but he had been hearing that there was no progress, so could it be that there were results now?

So Changle shook open the Silk sent by Miaoyin himself, but the moment he shook it open, he exclaimed in surprise. On the white Silk, there were striking Peony flowers—yellow, red, black, blue, all sorts of colors.

In Baifeng's view, these Peonies were all very stiff. Although he had drawn the flowers, because the Embroidery of the present had not yet mastered the gradient of colors or the depth of shades, there was almost no three-dimensional effect. It was a bit abstract, yet one could still tell they were flowers.

As for the overall composition, there was no pattern; it was just embroidering a flower wherever there was empty space. It was ugly, and the colors were not good either. Every flower was a solid color, and such colors do not exist in Nature. It looked stunning now only because there had never been such Silk before; it was one of a kind and very special.

Baifeng had seen the finished product of this Silk, and he was personally dissatisfied. Although he did not know how to do Embroidery, he had proposed some directions for improvement. Now he was looking forward to the next experimental product. Baifeng had already seen hope, so whenever he had a little free time, he would design his own Coronation Robes and everyday clothes.

As a Prince, the supreme ruler, one must of course wear the mountains, rivers, sun, moon, stars, snakes, insects, and beasts on one's body. Only in this way could one demonstrate that one rules over everything. Dragon patterns were also a must; this was a totem, a symbol of power, and a symbol of Huaxia.

According to the current progress, Baifeng estimated that in a year or two at the latest, he should be able to see a relatively successful product. By then, his clothes would be completely distinguishable from others, and at the same time, different patterns could be used to represent different Noble Nobility ranks, bestowed upon Nobles who held titles as a recognition of their status, just like a Jiyin. During sacrificial ceremonies, they could wear the robes bestowed upon them.

This Peony-patterned Silk also shocked Changle a little, and Ayuduo was even more shocked. She could never have imagined that there would be such beautiful Cloth, and this Cloth now belonged to her.

Changle spread the Silk on the tabletop, and the two of them stroked it with their hands, sighing in admiration without stop.

At this time, Yangasha and the others suddenly entered. Ayuduo enthusiastically invited Yangasha to look at these pieces of Cloth of hers. The envy in Yangasha's eyes was completely impossible to hide, and she was also lamenting that she hadn't found a man like Changle.

Of course, Changle was not stingy; he immediately promised each of them a bolt of Silk to make clothes. Bingzhu and Qian would likely be reluctant to make the Silk into clothes and would definitely take it back to give to Chiyou. Yangasha probably wouldn't; she truly wanted it.

That piece of embroidered Silk raised Yangasha's envy to the highest level, to an uncontrollable degree. Changle would not give such a good thing to Yangasha, and Ayuduo herself would be reluctant, even if it were only half. However, those ordinary Silks could be given to Yangasha by the whole bolt.

After sighing over the Silk, the two of them started looking at jewelry. Huaxia's jewelry was dazzling and diverse in variety, but Ayuduo's hair was not suitable for wearing Huaxia hair accessories, so she could only wear necklaces, bracelets, and the like. Iron, copper, gold, inlaid with gemstones, jade—there were all sorts, a large box full, making Yangasha incredibly envious.

But Changle said that these were gifts from his mother and younger sister to Ayuduo, so it wouldn't be right to pass them on to Yangasha, though he would give Yangasha some as well. This was something he could manage. The look in Ayuduo's eyes as she looked at Changle became even more fervent.

However, just at this moment, a servant came to say that Prince Yulong had sent people to deliver gifts. Changle thought to himself that it wasn't that he was stingy and didn't send them, but that they had arrived a bit late.

The ones delivering the gifts were Yulong's servants, whom Changle recognized. He and the two servants, carrying several boxes, lowered their heads immediately upon seeing Changle and said: "Changle Prince, I am acting on my master's orders to present gifts to you and the Princess Consort."

"Good, bring them in!"

Several boxes were placed on the table and opened. The servant introduced which ones were sent by Yulong and which ones by Zhi. In any case, nothing was left out, and they hadn't forgotten Changle. However, the gifts sent overlapped a bit with what his mother and the others had sent—they were all Cloth, jewelry, and the like. Moreover, Changle was quite curious why they weren't sent together but were sent separately. His sister-in-law should have been in step with his mother on such matters.