The voice of Marquis of Wuwei's wife rang out sharply after her last sentence, evidently carrying beyond the pavilion.
Zhao Qingxi's steps halted abruptly.
Hua Yan naturally heard it as well. They were still some distance away, so although the sound wasn't loud, it was clear enough to be distinctly understood. She too stopped and looked towards the pavilion, spotting the young woman dressed like a lady among the throng of wives and daughters.
Her jewelry was too ostentatious, her clothes too garish; she looked like a peacock in full display.
After watching for a moment, she turned to ask, "Zhao sister, who is that lady?"
Zhao Qingxi collected herself and answered, "That is the wife of Marquis of Wuwei."
