'But it seemed she had things backward.'
The little palace maid was smiling so happily that Song Yunzhao didn't have the heart to crush her spirits. She smiled and said, "You're very skilled. It's beautiful."
Yiyue's eyes lit up. "I learned from the head hairstyling matron. It's just a shame she left the palace for a comfortable retirement not long after I started."
Song Yunzhao could hear the melancholy in Yiyue's voice. 'She must have been very close to that matron,' she thought.
A sudden knock came at the door. Yiyue hurried over to open it, revealing Song Yexi.
Yiyue curtsied and withdrew. Song Yexi walked straight in, and her eyes widened when she saw Song Yunzhao. Then she smiled and said, "Why are you wearing this? You know, it's surprisingly attractive."
Song Yunzhao: "..."
"I think it's attractive too." Song Yunzhao forced a smile.
"Let's go. It's almost time." As she spoke, she glanced at the hairpin in Yun Zhao's hair and nodded with satisfaction.
