The fabrics National Master Hall disciples can afford are certainly not ordinary.
The monarch continued to look at the National Master.
The National Master picked it up and sniffed, "It doesn't have the fragrance of our National Master Hall, not one of our people."
The monarch: Who suspects your National Master Hall anyway?
The National Master looked at Zhang Dequan, "Who in the Imperial Palace wears this kind of kudzu silk?"
"This..." Zhang Dequan couldn't deduce anything from just a strand of kudzu silk.
The National Master said to a nearby disciple, "Go and fetch a bolt of kudzu fabric exactly the same."
"Yes," the disciple turned and left.
Before long, he brought over a long piece of kudzu cloth.
Zhang Dequan stepped forward, touched it, and exclaimed in astonishment, "The fabric I'm wearing is exactly like this one!"
The National Master said, "It seems it's one of your Imperial Palace eunuchs, probably one with a rank like Eunuch Zhang."
