Song Xian asked this, even the servant beside him was stunned for a moment before timidly repeating, "Master, did you just say... you want a new robe?"
The servant was afraid he misheard.
"Yes." Song Xian hummed a sound from his nose.
The servant quickly replied, "There are, there are... but they're all... all the usual blue ones you wear."
The Master likes to wear dark clothes, the blue is darker than official robes, and over the years, it's always been this color. Previously, Old Mrs. Song would arrange for new robes in other colors, but the Master refused to wear them, so Old Mrs. Song let him be.
"New ones are fine," Song Xian said, "inside and outside must be brand new." He didn't see anything wrong with it, as long as new ones looked better, he thought.
The servant responded, seeing the Master's serious demeanor, he thought...
Song Xian thought again, "It needs to be neat, choose the best one..."
