At the entrance of 'Xuji's Tailor Shop', a fourteen-fifteen-year-old maiden walked in. Her face was long, her cheekbones high, her lips thin, giving her a look of cruel ungraciousness. Moreover, she had covered her already ugly face with such a heavy layer of makeup that she looked like the madam of a brothel.
She was wearing a big red orangutan woolen cloak, a large ermine collar around her neck, and holding a hand warmer cleverly embellished with colorful embroidery and jade beads. She walked in with her head held high, with a posse walking behind her.
Cai Wei paused momentarily; she had seen this young lady at Old Madam An's birthday feast. Word has it that she was the county magistrate's daughter born of a concubine. Despite her illegitimate status, her display of overbearing arrogance seemed to surpass even the daughters born from a legitimate wife by tenfold, a hundredfold.
The young lady also noticed Cai Wei, she curled up her thin lips and snorted dismissively.
