Su Yingxue didn't have time to deal with Chu Chengye. After the banquet ended, she found a pavilion and sat down, quietly contemplating the reason for the empress favored Su Yurou and her mother.
Zhilan attended to her, softly whispering, "Miss, someone is here."
Somewhat weary, Su Yingxue opened her eyes and saw a woman in an elegant azure gown, holding a thin veil.
She adorned her head with a jade hairpin, a symbol of her status. Tassels accompanying her soft laughter produced a crisp sound.
"Did I disturb Sister's rest?" Su Han smiled faintly, her pure beauty carrying a touch of grace.
Su Yingxue smiled and gestured to the seat in front of her. "Su Han, please have a seat."
Su Han was her uncle's daughter, well-educated since childhood. Born into the Marquis's Manor and with her father serving in the Ministry of Works, she was destined for a good match.
