Gift

At this moment, Xie Ning didn't pay any attention to her Little Uncle; her focus was on the person following him. It was a girl, not very tall, even slightly shorter than Xie Ning. Her complexion wasn't very fair, dressed in a half-sleeved shirt with lotus leaf edges and a dress in colors of vine yellow and snow green. Her eyes were big, glistening like lacquer dots, exuding a vibrant energy. While Xie Ning was observing her, she was also curiously sizing up the esteemed Noble Consort who resided within the deep palace.

In this guest's eyes, Xie Ning appeared to be an ethereal fairy painted onto the scene. But she was even more beautiful than the fairies depicted in the paintings she had seen. The material of her clothes was unknown to her, the colors soft and delicate. A thin pearl necklace adorned her neck, and a hairpin in the shape of a twining flower vine adorned her hair. Her eyebrows and eyes appeared as if they were outlined with fine ink, and her smile was equally lovely.