Yun Ran instinctively looked towards Nangong Mo's waist.
It's impossible for him to carry a new one with him, nor could he remove the one he's wearing, so does it mean they'll have to... take measurements on site?
Lan Yi waited for a moment, and not seeing Nangong Mo speak, she took a roll of soft measuring tape and stepped forward slightly.
She bowed and said, "Your Highness, shall I dare to take your measurements?"
As she spoke, she leaned slightly forward, making a gesture to measure.
But a cold gust of wind pushed her back, and Lan Yi staggered a few steps before falling to the ground.
Her eyes widened in shock, "Your... Your Highness?"
Nangong Mo looked indifferent, his voice as cold and distant as wind and snow, without a trace of warmth.
"Whom do you think can approach this King's body?"
Lan Yi's gaze trembled, and she quickly prostrated herself on the ground.
"I overstepped! Please forgive me, Your Highness!"
