With the sound of a loud drum, the grand doors of the Idle Tea House swung open. Two rows of young won dressed in qipaos stepped out in succession, leaving the crowd absolutely spellbound.
Yan Ruchun remained calm, but Xu Muqing was so envious that she nearly drooled.
Look at their clothing—it resembles what the won from Dong Tian wear, yet there appears to be so distinct differences.
The won at Dong Tian wore high-slit qipaos paired with trousers underneath, but the won before them weren’t wearing trousers. Instead, they wore skirts.
And not just ordinary skirts—these were layered gauze skirts with intricate pleats cascading beautifully.
Normally, well-born ladies strictly avoided pleats in their clothing, as they were considered unbecoming. Yet the pleats on these skirts didn’t look vulgar in the slightest; to the contrary, they exuded a unique elegance.
The won in the crowd couldn’t tear their eyes away from their exceptional skirts, while the n’s gazes remained fixed on the ladies’ faces and figures.
Their faces were exceptionally pale, with delicately arched brows and lips blushed like Ying Tao cherries. Yet unlike other won, their faces weren’t powdered, and their natural complexion radiated a soft, translucent glow.
Each wore their hair in the simplest of coiffures—a bun adorned with a striking, gleaming ornant. The design wasn’t anything traditional; it looked like a modest flower or perhaps even a small tree, enticing onlookers with curiosity.
As discussions swirled, these won had already lined up neatly on either side of the entrance to the Idle Tea House. Their pale, graceful hands overlapped in front of them, elbows slightly bent in a peculiar yet suprely elegant posture.
Because of how their hands were positioned, the fitted sleeves of their qipaos naturally rolled up slightly, revealing a slim expanse of alabaster wrist.
However, the exposed wrist didn’t look bare, as an inner sleeve made of light gauze erged beneath the rolled-up qipao, making their arms appear faintly veiled and even more alluring.
Moreover, the qipaos accentuated their shapely, delicate figures, prompting endless praise from the crowd.
But before the audience could fully voice their admiration, their gazes were drawn to Lin Yuan and Tian Hui, who appeared imdiately afterward.
If the twenty won who had erged earlier resembled charming blossoms, then Lin Yuan and Tian Hui were undoubtedly the queens and spirits among flowers!
Their jet-black hair was woven into intricate patterns, casually draped behind them with no extravagant ornants—just fresh flowers tucked into their locks for the simplest, most natural adornnt.
No gold or silver jewelry graced their heads—only fresh blooms tucked behind, a style untouched even by the wealthy families of the Capital city, and unheard of among commoners’ daughters.
It was undeniable—what might usually be considered a rustic look now appeared refreshing and anything but vulgar when worn by Lin Yuan and Tian Hui.
Both won wore identical qipao designs today, featuring diagonal collars and ornantal clasps with vibrant flowers embroidered over the chest.
The qipaos stopped just above their knees, with high slits on the sides. For the lower half, they wore flowing pleated skirts made of colorful light gauze, the slender fabric rippling like water as it cascaded down.
The hem of the skirts was intricately embroidered with a ring of erald-green tea blossoms—fresh, verdant, and vibrant.
Though Lin Yuan and Tian Hui’s outfits followed the sa design, their colors differed. Lin Yuan, who had yet to marry, wore a delicate pink qipao paired with a matching pale pink gauze skirt.
Tian Hui, already wed, dressed in a more collected, dignified water-blue qipao accompanied by a skirt of matching gauze. Its gentle sway evoked the tinkling of mountain spring water as it danced in the wind.
It was well-known that Idle Tea House was owned by Lin Yuan, the Princess of Pingxi, and Tian Hui, the Eldest Young Lady of the General Mansion.
Not only were the two won of remarkable status, but their relationship was destined to evolve into sisterhood-in-law, leaving the spectators deeply curious about what kind of dynamic they’d display today.
Everyone expected a display of subtle rivalry, yet to their astonishnt, the pair appeared in identical attire—Lin Yuan sweet and lovable as a maiden yet to wed, and Tian Hui dignified and elegant as a woman already married. Neither outshone the other, though neither seed consciously trying to avoid doing so.
As murmurs of amazent filled the air, many won began critiquing Lin Yuan and Tian Hui, though their remarks seed oddly misdirected.
"Will they really beco sisters-in-law? Isn’t it supposed to be... How are they getting along so harmoniously?"
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