Just now, a few people walked in together, with Yun Ya among them, overshadowed by Zhuang Xiyue’s presence, she successfully didn’t draw any attention.
But when Yan Xing shouted, she successfully attracted all the attention.
Yan Xing dashed over, grabbing Yun Ya’s sleeve and yanking her out from the shadows.
The hem of her dress flew gracefully, even slightly stumbled by Yan Xing’s pull, the girl charmingly entered everyone’s view.
A silver-threaded pleated long skirt draped down, its hem perfectly hugged her waist, like a tranquil orchid slowly blossoming from her waist, the skirt outlined with gold thread forming floral branches, a fusion of gold and silver that brings forth a serene aftersplendor; a top of the sa color with a diagonal collar and wide sleeves, its collar and cuffs embroidered with golden patterns, accentuating her slender waist, elegantly standing there, her figure graceful like an orchid blooming deep in ti, tranquil, fragrant, breathtakingly beautiful.
The girl’s hands clasped at her abdon, with wide sleeves hanging down, a hint of erald green on her wrists emphasizing the frost-like whiteness of her wrists.
Chestnut-colored long hair cascades over her shoulders, with both sides braided and woven with silver threads descending smoothly, leaving a playful and gentle touch on her slender shoulders.
The girl slightly bows her head, only revealing a full forehead, curled dense eyelashes, and her stunning nose bridge; with a glimpse, she seems to have witnessed the myriad beauties of the world.
The background seems to blur, only this person is vividly reflected in the eyes, seen clearly yet indistinctly, giving rise to an illusory sense of unreality.
An outfit with a slight Republic of China style, perfectly blending with the antique room, as if she stepped from the depths of ti, deeply enchanting every eye that beholds her.
Without even raising her head, Yun Ya knows the awe in these people’s eyes, she knows the remarkable beauty she possesses, if she wishes, she would make these people rember her na deeply — Ji Yunya.
Nice to et you, please take care of .
Yan Xing drew a sharp breath, "Who are you?" The tone naturally carried hostility.
Zhuang Xiyue smiled as she walked over, holding Yun Ya’s hand, taking two steps forward, she said grinningly to the old master: "Grandpa, this is Yun Ya, the one I’ve ntioned to you, a junior I am fond of, for your great birthday I specifically brought her from Jiangzhou to et you, so, doesn’t she fit the unique description I ntioned?"
The old master squinted his eyes and beckoned Yun Ya: "Little girl, co closer, my eyesight is failing, can’t see clearly...."
Yun Ya smiled gently, walked forward slowly, her steps graceful as lotus blooms, moving elegantly.
ng Junci’s face turned slightly pale, suddenly recalling Yan Ke’s words, about whether his fiancée was real or not, it would be known on the day of the old master’s birthday, Zhuang Xiyue’s exceptional kindness towards her, affection she had never witnessed before, could this girl be Yan Ke’s rumored fiancée...
If it truly is her... she suddenly dared not continue the thought, fingers clutching tightly into her palm, she always thought herself fairly attractive, yet in front of this girl, a deep sense of inferiority erged.
No wonder Yan Ke never looked at her directly... facing such a woman, she seed as insignificant as a wildflower by the roadside...
Her head lowered, eyes unconsciously reddened...
Everyone present roughly guessed the girl’s identity, Yan Ke’s mysterious fiancée finally showed up, turned out to be a stunning beauty like this, instantly overshadowing the room full of spring colors.
Yan Xing glanced at ng Junci who had her head lowered, then at the girl smiling softly and elegantly, secretly bit her teeth, wondering where this woman erged from, taking all the spotlight shortly after her appearance, even causing Sister Ah Ci grief.
Her eyes narrowed, she suddenly walked over to the girl, Yan Hua saw the situation and tried to stop her, but was a step too late, watching Yan Xing rush over helplessly.
This girl, about to cause trouble...
——
Due to worries about Yan Nanfeng, Lu Yuke didn’t sleep well last night, feeling a headache this morning.
"Second Lady, Third Lady, Sixth Lady have all gone over, Third Mistress, Fourth Mistress too." Aunt Cui walked in briskly and said quickly.
Lu Yuke rubbed her temples, snorted coldly, "All scrambling to curry favor, never seen them this orderly before."
Aunt Cui remained silent.
"Yan Song also ca?"
"He did."
Lu Yuke’s mouth curled into a smile.
"Is the banquet ready? Be ticulous, especially with your group, don’t cause any trouble."
"No worries, everything is arranged, there won’t be any problems."
For years, Lu Yuke has been managing the household, keeping the Yan Family in orderly fashion; big or small banquets she organizes, even the resentful ones had to restrain.
"Mingzhu?"
Aunt Cui pressed her lips, "Still not up yet." Called her several tis.
"What?" Lu Yuke suddenly stood up, "Guests already almost arrived, yet she’s still not up, that lazy girl."
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