The Bereaved Eldest Daughter

Since she had already been introduced, Yu Youyao couldn't just stand there. She went forward and bowed.

She was dressed in a green parasol tree patterned outfit. It was not as bright as Lu Mingyao's orange outfit, nor was it as beautiful as Cao Yingxue's yellow outfit. However, when she stood with Lu Mingyao and Cao Yingxue, the young misses present realized something.

Eldest Miss Yu was beautiful and pure. She clasped her hands by her sides and bowed gently. Her skirt was gently piled up like a parasol flower. She looked elegant and noble, not inferior to Lu Mingyao. Even Cao Yingxue was inferior to her.

Lu Mingyao held her teacup tightly and sat still.

The nanny by her side was the best in the palace.

Her etiquette was also the best in the capital. No matter where she went, she would be praised.

However, at this moment, when she saw Yu Youyao, whose name was similar to Yu Jianjia's, her eyes couldn't help but narrow.