"Satisfied, of course satisfied, if even this doesn't meet the mark, I fear Zheng Capital won't find a better fabric," Zheng Nianru said, her dress's hem in hand. Today's outfit was not the usual innovative and eye-catching attire, but the common dress of a Nanzheng State girl, even the color was the ordinary crimson. As the girl's figure swayed with the hem, her waist supple, the crimson lessened the fullness of the red, adding a sense of warmth and gentleness.
The young girl's temples were like clouded ink, with a pigeon-blood hairpin slanted into her hair, a ruby the size of a thumb shining brightly in the candlelight, displaying no ostentation, its tassel swaying with the girl's movements.
"By the way, Brother Crown Prince, I was thinking about the midnight snack from your mansion, where's Steward Hu?"
Zheng Congyuan felt a warmth in his heart, the corridors filled with her distinctive fragrance, constantly infiltrating all his senses.