On a spring morning, sunlight scattered across the ground, filtering through the treetops.
Song Yunzhao was doing her makeup before a mirror. Xiangxue styled her hair into a peony bun, placing a five-tailed phoenix hairpin in it that shimmered brilliantly.
She wore a palace gown of concubine-red brocade sprinkled with gold. The hem of her skirt was embroidered with a border of phoenix patterns, and a golden shawl draped over the crooks of her arms. She examined herself in the mirror and nodded in satisfaction.
Since she was the favored concubine, she had to look the part.
Countless eyes would be on her today; she couldn't afford to lose in presence and bearing.
Song Yunzhao boarded her carriage and set off for Jincui Garden. It was some distance away, so she had to depart early.
