Beauty Zhou's eyes were slightly lowered, and her fingers nervously tugged at the corner of her peach-pink gown; they had clashed colors.
Noble Lady Ying wore light yellow, Han Cairen wore green, and Lady Li, sitting in the main seat, immediately looked towards Beauty Zhou, who wore a gown similar in color to hers.
Lady Li held a round fan in her hand, and as she gently waved it, a saying popped into her mind: "It's not the clash of outfits that matters, it's who looks ugly that's awkward."
She was a beauty, lively and charming, but she wasn't lacking either—she certainly wasn't the awkward one.
Yes, definitely not.
"Greetings to Lady Li." Beauty Zhou gritted her teeth, somewhat awkwardly rising to greet alongside Noble Lady Ying and Han Cairen.
"What are you sisters doing? Please sit," Lady Li said unflustered, with ease: "Hua Yin, serve the tea."
The three sat down again.
Lady Li's smiling gaze swept across their faces.
