The next morning.
Shen Hua stood before the copper mirror, carefully applying powder to mask the pallor of her face. Her black hair was coiled up, soft and beautiful like jade.
She changed into the newly bought honey-colored embroidered wind coat with a round neckline, paired with a satin butterfly skirt.
Gently graceful, delicate and frail looking.
As soon as she appeared, Dowager Xuan's sister-in-law, Dowager Meng, affectionately grabbed her hand while nobody was around.
"Miss Shen, from the first moment I saw you, I took a great liking to you."
"Since yesterday, many madams have set their hearts upon you, but if you are wise, you should know to choose the best."
"My youngest grandson, he's not married yet. What a coincidence, right?"
Cui Xuan and Qiao Si were too busy to realize Shen Hua was being courted elsewhere.
Dowager Meng didn't say much, but it was as if she had said everything. Even more subtly than any other madam.
Shen Hua withdrew her hand.
"You jest."
