A woman dressed in beige entered the room with an all-red gown. She bowed and said, “This maid is Chuntao, the residential seamstress. This is the gown Consort Lin will be wearing tomorrow. Would you like to try it on?”

The intense red was almost offensive to Lin Haihai. She never liked the color. It reminded her of blood. “Do I have to wear this?”

Chuntao gave the princess consort an incredulous look. Wearing plain clothes, the unfavored consort looked like she hadn’t been treated well by life. Her hair was collected into a simple bun with a jade hairpin holding it in place at an angle. She wore no other accessories and no makeup, and her nose and lips were injured.

Quietly, the maid said, “You are the first consort of this residence, and this is your court attire. It should’ve been made earlier for you to dress on formal occasions. Unfortunately, you’ve been away from the residence, and this matter was thus delayed. Since His Highness is marrying a secondary consort, it is only proper for the first consort to wear a red court attire when accepting the bride’s tea.”

“Court attire?” That was beyond Lin Haihai’s knowledge. She remembered from history classes...