Xiaoman led Huanhuan and Peipei into the house when Feng Yun's expression was very calm. Sitting in front of the dressing mirror, her back toward them, she said:
"Fetch my court attire, style a 'huan ji' hairstyle, add a step-shake hairpin, and ear pendants."
Huanhuan and Peipei exchanged glances, then looked at Xiaoman.
All three were quite astonished.
Feng Yun's attire at the villa was always extremely simple; she usually left home wearing nothing more than a hairpin for jewelry, and she didn't stand out even when walking in the village.
Her ambition was lofty, and her interests were never in those boudoir trinkets; the servants had grown accustomed to this aspect of her.
This sudden request for grandiose dressing made them feel uneasy.
Huanhuan's and Peipei's hands trembled as they dressed her.
Feng Yun sat up straight and turned her head to glance at them:
"What are you shaking for?"
Huanhuan lowered her face, "The, the maid is not shaking..."
