Rong Jian almost didn't recognize her with the layers of powder and makeup and the colorfully expensive yet hinder some, long robe. "Tian'er certainly looks different today."
"Stuff it. I better not have to do this again, the robe is so bothersome and the makeup on my face is so stuffy, I feel like I'm already sweating. How do your noble women live? It's a miracle they haven't all suffocated and died from their own perfume and makeup." She kept complaining as she walked past Rong Jian to the front of the residence, where the carriage was waiting to take them to the Imperial Palace. Right behind her was the old maid and one of the younger maids, most likely the former's assistant or something similar. Smelling the heavy dose of perfume on Shen Tianyu as she walked by, Rong Jian wrinkled his nose and frowned in distaste.
