The sky was as clear as washed, the white clouds like cotton.
In front of the Beauty Pavilion.
A spacious and luxurious carriage slowly stopped.
Three young ladies stepped down from the carriage, with white teeth and moth-like eyebrows, peach-like cheeks and willow-shaped eyes, graceful and elegant, indescribably beautiful.
Standing in front of the Beauty Pavilion, Xie Jinyu scanned the pavilion from top to bottom with a critical eye, finding fault like looking for bones in an egg.
And concluded with a simple "nothing special."
Xie Jinhuan and Xie Jinxiu were eager to enter the Beauty Pavilion.
They urged, "Big sister, hurry up."
Xie Jinyu gritted her teeth in annoyance.
Although she was here.
She still couldn't quite bring herself to lose face.
Xie Jinhuan knew she was putting on airs, after all, she'd vowed to break ties with anyone who used things from the Beauty Pavilion.
