Zheng Nianru listlessly inspected her nails, which glowed a blushing rouge, as tender as peach blossoms in March. Her nails weren't particularly long, but their natural length required no excessive adornment to exude an aura of privileged refinement.
Nian Xia brought forth a plate of pastries again, glancing at the Commandery Princess busily examining her nails. The Prince asked you to observe people, didn't he? If the Prince knew the Commandery Princess was acting like this, wouldn't he just have someone send more pastries, truly worried she might not eat her fill?
Nian Xia stepped forward, blocking the light from the south, yet pretending to know nothing as she peered through the gaps of the screen at the scene outside. With the light blocked, the glossy sheen on Zheng Nianru's nails vanished, and she turned to look at Nian Xia.
