Entering the hall where the ceremony would be held for the only princess of the dynasty, Peng Mingzhu attracted a lot of attention from all the madams and young misses that were attending.
Despite being dressed in a casual pink dress in order to not outshine the princess, her aura was so unconcealable that many of the old madams that attended the event could tell she was not your ordinary young miss nor someone to be messed with.
As a palace hall attendant led Peng Mingzhu to her seat, many of the madams and young misses whispered and privately discussed her identity.
"Mother, who is this lady?" a young miss asked.
"Mother has no idea," the madam responded with a quiet voice. "But it is better to not mess with her."
"Why so?" the young miss once again asked silently.
