Nobody thought Ling Wei's words were wrong.
This perfume is something novel, and it's said that other than a small amount in the Capital City, there's none anywhere else in Great Chu.
This distant niece of Lady Wu, no matter how well she's dressed or accessorized, everyone could figure out, with a little thought, the same conclusion as Yan Pei—she's from a fallen family.
Yun Jiao glanced at Ling Wei, "I don't really use perfume, let alone incense or anything like that."
Yan Pei chuckled, "Miss Gu sure knows how to talk. Just admit it if you've never seen perfume. Your accent clearly shows you're from elsewhere, so even if you're lacking some knowledge, we won't laugh at you."
Yun Jiao raised an eyebrow at her. This Miss Yan had eagerly pulled her over to sit down, making her think she wanted to be friends, only to find out she brought her over specifically to mock her?
