Situtu Qinger stood up and followed the guard with exaggerated, swaying steps, heading towards the fourth prince's mansion.
Her trailing gown, once pristine, was now soiled with stains.
The wide hem was embroidered with pink patterns, and wound around her arm was a length of light purple yarn luo silk. Her slender waist, hardly an armful, was cinched with a purple belt inlaid with jade.
Her beautiful hairbun, once neat, was now messily skewed to one side, making her look utterly disheveled. However, due to the veil covering her face and her graceful figure, she still emitted an air of pitiful charm.
Qinger's swaying gait drew the Fourth Prince's gaze.
Several ladies of distinguished families watched with eyes ablaze with jealousy; even in such a state, she did not walk properly and seemed intent on seducing the Fourth Prince.
Their hearts seethed with indignation.
