The Prince's Consort was stunned for a moment.
She was of course no stranger to this kind of swaddling cloth, having personally chosen it for the child in her womb many years ago. She had even consulted with the embroiderer to embroider two small flowers on it.
In her dreams at midnight, she had envisioned countless times her late child wrapped in this swaddling cloth.
Only, the color of the swaddling cloth in front of her had faded a bit from its original state, and it had accumulated some dust and damage.
The Prince's Consort suddenly became tense, "Miss Gu, where did this swaddling cloth come from? Is this... "
Before the Prince's Consort could finish, the Prince stepped up, shielded her behind him, and said to Gu Jiao through gritted teeth, "Don't think you can deceive us with a fake swaddling cloth! There are plenty of such cloths in Zhan Kingdom! What are you trying to achieve?"