Chapter 43 She is just shy
Under the watchful eyes of many, a modest carriage approached slowly, looking nothing like that of a once favored consort.
Mingshu propped up her chin, and without needing Noble Lady Wei's reminder, she stretched out her neck eagerly to gaze.
The carriage stopped, and a palace maid lifted the curtain to help someone step out slowly.
The person was dressed in a simple azure gauze dress, which could not hide their inherent quality; they stood like a delicate, rain-washed lotus, inciting an irresistible curiosity.
As the woman approached, her facial features also became gradually clearer.
Her eyebrows were like distant mountains, her nose was aristocratically erect, and her lips were cherry red.
At first glance, Mingshu thought she had seen herself.
But the illusion quickly dissipated.
Because Mingshu knew very well, neither she nor the original owner would dress in such a pitifully delicate manner.