The woman was seasoned in the marketplace, her eyes sharp and crafty, her pupils darting around with each glance and flick, taking in everything about Li Xian.
The cloak was made of animal fur.
The price wasn't low, and only the wealthy could afford such things. But which nobleman would come to buy rouge in the dead of winter?
She noticed beneath the cloak were uniformed garments, clearly marking him as a servant or a lackey.
Most likely someone out of favor, given this perilous task fell to him; otherwise, why would he be doing such a life-threatening errand?
"Come, young master, take a look over here."
The woman's attitude was dismissive, swaying her hips and trying to walk gracefully. However, her figure was far from fitting, and Li Xian quickly averted his gaze to avoid the eyesore.
She opened a box.
It was full of rouge cases, in red, blue, green—all beautifully decorated, with inlaid pearls and jade...
