Both their gazes shifted to the young woman, and Jia simply stared at her, apparently puzzled by her tone.
She seemed to be… perhaps twenty years of age?
From the way she looked, Jia could tell she was the daughter of someone important.
Her dark hair was neatly styled atop her head, pinned with delicate white jade blossoms that made her seem pure and harmless. A few soft curls fell deliberately loose on her face, brushing her cheeks to create the perfect image of youthful innocence.
She was beautiful, in that fragile porcelain-doll way. Her fair skin was as smooth as milk glass, her eyes like polished obsidian, and long lashes casting shadows on her cheeks. Her lips were tinted a shy petal-pink, and even the floral fragrance around her was faint, but light, sweet and almost angelic. It felt crafted to make anyone lose their guard.
