Wang Xifeng's Figure...
No one knew what Annie and the old woman at the restaurant had talked about. In any case, even by the afternoon, neither she nor Daiyu, Tanchun, Zijuan, or Xueyan showed any intention of returning to the Rongguo Immortal Estate.
Meanwhile, in a side hall of the main house on the floating island where Wang Xifeng and Jia Lian's courtyard was located, the sun, already slanting westward in the afternoon, streamed softly into the room through the gauzy screen over the carved windows in the west wall.
"..."
The mistress of the house, Wang Xifeng, was reclining against the window on a chaise longue. A red brocade bolster embroidered with gold serpents cushioned her, and an autumn-gold quilt patterned with clouds covered her. She lay there lazily, basking in the sun, her figure looking exceptionally graceful.
She wore a casual, goose-yellow silk jacket beneath a pomegranate-red vest. Her glossy black hair was loosely pinned up, adorned only with a gold-and-kingfisher butterfly hairpin. A few strands fell beside her cheeks, lending her a languid, alluring air.
In her left hand, she held a delicate little gold-inlaid jade nail file, carefully shaping her nails. They were stained a vivid red with balsam flower juice, as though each fingertip were wrapped in tiny petals.
Just then!
Light footsteps sounded outside, and moments later, Ping'er, Wang Xifeng's personal maid, quietly lifted the beaded curtain and stepped inside.
"Madam, I'm back."
Ping'er wore a blue satin vest and a finely pleated white silk skirt. She had an oval face and a slender figure. Though she was not as dazzlingly beautiful as Fengjie, she was neat and pretty, and everything she did and said showed her thoughtfulness and composure.
She was carrying a small, empty black lacquer basket inlaid with mother-of-pearl, apparently having