It was one of her maids.
"Come in," Lian An said.
The maid entered and bowed respectfully.
"Your Majesty, His Majesty has sent someone."
Lian An blinked.
"Someone?"
"Yes."
"A dressmaker."
Lian An frowned slightly.
"A dressmaker?"
The maid nodded.
"His Majesty said Your Majesty must attend the wedding properly."
"He instructed the dressmaker to prepare new garments suitable for the occasion."
Fen Yu gasped loudly.
"Oh!"
Wei Rong looked unimpressed.
Li Shen raised an eyebrow.
Lian An sighed.
"That man..."
She muttered softly.
"Fine."
She waved her hand lightly.
"Let them come in."
The maid bowed again and stepped outside.
Moments later, three women carrying wooden boxes entered the chamber.
They immediately knelt respectfully.
"This humble servant greets Your Majesty."
The eldest woman spoke carefully.
"His Majesty ordered us to prepare wedding garments for Your Majesty."
Lian An nodded politely.
"You may begin."
The women quickly opened their boxes.
Inside were beautiful fabrics in deep crimson, royal gold, and soft jade green.
Even Fen Yu’s ghostly eyes widened.
"Wow."
"That is pretty."
Wei Rong leaned forward slightly.
Li Shen adjusted his sleeves thoughtfully.
The dressmakers carefully measured Lian An’s shoulders and arms while discussing designs quietly among themselves.
But suddenly—
Fen Yu floated closer to Lian An’s ear.
"We want dresses too."
Lian An blinked.
"...What?"
Fen Yu crossed her arms stubbornly.
"We want dresses."
Wei Rong nodded calmly.
"That seems reasonable."
Li Shen added politely,
"If we are attending a wedding banquet, it would be appropriate."