Time slipped by in a blink. By the time it entered the fifth month, the weather in Shangjing had already begun to grow hot. Early summer had arrived, the rainfall gradually increased, and people walking on the streets had all changed into summer clothes.
On these days when a hundred flowers were in full bloom, Song Ci had Song Zhiyuan find a Court Painter to come and paint her portrait.
Song Ci, rarely, put on an opulent purple summer clothes, and did not wear a headband. She pinned a few luxurious jade-inlaid golden hairpins into her hair, and also wore two imperial-gifted peacock step-shakes with spread wings and jewel-inlaid kingfisher work. She personally applied makeup to her face.
After this round of dressing up, her whole person appeared full of vigor, as if she were ten years younger.
