Ji Chuchu caught sight of Li Xianyun from a distance. Dressed in riding attire, she looked frail but radiantly beautiful.
They say women are like flowers, blossoming fragrantly under the care of a nurturing man, yet withering slowly if neglected, until all vitality is gone.
It was clear that Li Xianyun was the former, and it looked like Yelu Yan treated her very well.
Thinking this, Ji Chuchu bristled with envy and couldn't even bother to make polite conversation with the noble ladies talking to her.
As Li Xianyun and Yuchi Qian, leading Yelu Xuan, walked up, Guli greeted Li Xianyun with a warm smile, "Xianxian, come sit over here."
The familiarity of the address could not be overstated, yet her smile did not reach her eyes, a perfect example of a smiling tiger.
Li Xianyun noticed an empty seat beside Guli, which according to palace hierarchy, was meant for her.
The group greeted Guli with a deep bow, saying, "Greetings to the Grand Imperial Consort."
