The weather is getting colder, and Song Ci, this elderly person, has been forced to wear thick cotton armor that keeps her warm, with a headband symbolizing old age on her forehead.
Everyone found this attire rather appropriate and elegant, except Song Ci herself, who would always sigh every time she glanced at herself in the copper mirror.
She was already short, and she seemed to grow shorter with age. Her clothes couldn't be too flashy, so Song Ci decided to change the color of her clothing to purple, which at least appeared grand and noble. As for the vermillion hairpin, she gave up on it; wearing it was so heavy that it bent her neck. She opted for the simplest hairpins or jade hairpins, just so long as they weren't heavy.
Song Ci looked from head to toe, and her gaze fell on the string of beads on her collar.
"Why is this string of beads taken out to wear?"
Song Ci touched the string of 'fake goods' given by Prince Min, pinned to her collar, and asked.
