The Wife of the Heir of Marquis Jingning was delicately slender, her face as smooth as goose fat, lips like tinted cherries, eyebrows reminiscent of distant hills, her aura as tranquil as autumn waters—a true great beauty.
Standing by the side of Marquis Jingning must be Luo Mingzhu, who today was dressed in a long robe of bright red with golden thread embroidered flowers, making her unparalleled in splendor; around her waist was a gold-threaded belt adorned with eight small, hollow golden bells that would surely tinkle as she moved. Although she was still of tender age and not yet fully grown, her skin was as fair as snow and her untouched face bloomed like the just-opened begonia flowers in Begonia Garden—surely, she too would become a great beauty once she matured.
Ruo Lan rose with a smile and introduced, "Yajing, this is my cousin Yueyao. Yueyao, come, meet the Wife of the Heir of Marquis Jingning and Third Miss Luo."
