All eyes fell on Su Qingyue.
She appeared in a pale pink dress, her waist tied with a delicate butterfly knot made of the same shade of soft silk. A layer of verdant smoke thin robe covered the dress, giving her an even more refined air than a well-bred young lady, with a graceful and impressive demeanor.
Her charming eyes glistened, her nose was finely sculpted, and her small, angular lips were red without the need for cosmetics; her eyebrows, dark as if drawn but weren't. Her features were exquisitely beautiful, and coupled with her delicate figure, she was so stunning it was difficult to look away.
Almost everyone was mesmerized.
The county magistrate, Zheng Dejun, was also transfixed, unable to help himself from sighing, "Beautiful, truly beautiful!"
"This humble woman Su Qingyue pays respects to the adult," Su Qingyue greeted with a bow, her attitude neither humble nor arrogant.
Her voice drew everybody back to their senses.