At the gathering, the number of men and women, together with Zhao Rong and his entourage, was roughly equal, not counting the maidens serving as maids.
Zhao Rong held his sleeves, his gaze sweeping across the area, when suddenly, near the creek, his attention was caught by a woman.
This woman wore a yi qing green pleated skirt and had her hair casually done up in a dangling cloud bun, with a butterfly step-shaking adorning her head. She was buxom and had a beautiful, delicate appearance, standing out among the women present.
Like his own Su Xiaoxiao, she had enticing fox-like eyes, but while Xiaoxiao's charm was clear and enchanting, this woman's allure was of a soft and seductive kind.
