Some highly privileged boudoir daughters liked to let down the beaded curtains while they sat inside. Although these couldn't hide their face, it could give them some cover. But for young masters, or outgoing boudoir daughters, they didn't mind such things. They opened the bead curtains directly, for them to have a clear view of the poetry competition taking place in the hall.
The poetry competition had already begun, and two scholars were trading blows in the center of the hall. The servant led them to an elegant private booth, whispering, "The poetry meeting has already begun, please feel free to ask me if you need anything."
Duan Lan nodded, "You can go first."
"Yes, about this bead curtain..."
Xin He smiled, "There's no need to lower it, we should be able to see better this way." She did not care about such trivialities since she was not a pampered boudoir daughter.
