Although Jiang Jingrui looked very much like Lady Lu, he wasn't nearly as astute. Before Jiang Li could say anything, he had already started spilling everything like beans from a bamboo tube.
"Why have you become a completely different person now, talking so softly and awkwardly? It's killing me!"
"And wearing green, do you think you're a scallion or something?"
"You've also gotten too thin! Even your eyesight has gone bad? Your dress is so plain it's almost nonexistent."
"Tsk tsk tsk, is this what a young lady of noble birth should be? You'd be mistaken for a nun if people didn't know any better. Are you trying to become an immortal?"
Ultimately, he concluded his assessment of Jiang Li with, "Temples are truly no good places indeed; a perfectly fine person has changed just like that."
Jiang Li:". . ."
She felt a mix of amusement and helplessness, and considering Jiang Jingrui's earlier behavior, she ventured tentatively, "Jiang... Jingrui?"
