"Yes," Dian Lv nodded obediently without saying much.
The nanny beside her also remained silent.
Neither of them showed any pity for Bai Junjun’s pitiful background, remaining cool and indifferent.
After securing the hairpin, Bai Junjun finally stood up.
Clad in a moon-white gown, her simple coiffure adorned with just two pearl hairpins, her delicate features flushed with the natural bloom of youth—she needed no rouge to mimic the fresh blush of peach blossoms in March.
Bai Junjun was now nearly 17, a graceful and slender young lady.
Before the chaos of the nation, people only remembered her intelligence, but now it was clear that only such beauty could be called the world’s number one.
This beauty was wholly different from Wenren Pingting’s dignified grace; she was like the ephemeral night-blooming cereus—mysterious, delicate, ethereal, untouched by worldly concerns.
The servants all seemed a bit stunned by the sight.
Bai Junjun, dragging her long gown, strode toward the exit, not forgetting to take her dirtied scarlet clothes with her.
While it seemed to observers that she tucked her garments into her wide sleeves, they actually went into her space.
And so Bai Junjun walked out with swift strides.
However, at this time Wenren Pingting had not finished washing up, and Dian Hong came to her with a knee bend, "Miss Bai is requested to wait a moment."
"Fine," Bai Junjun idly strolled around the courtyard, soon hearing the chirping and chattering of maidservants, and the tinkling sound of jewelry from outside.
Soon after, seven gorgeously dressed ladies made their entrance.
They poured in like a flurry of butterflies, each one meticulously adorned, each face familiar yet strange.
And upon seeing the beauty in the courtyard, the Seven Fairies were startled, taking a while before asking.
"Good heavens, are my eyes deceiving me? There is such a divine beauty in this world?"
"Could it be our new sister?"
"?" Bai Junjun glanced at these people, questioning the practice of casually addressing others as sisters, which was supposedly unacceptable in ancient times.
Just as Bai Junjun was puzzled, Dian Hong quickly approached.
"Greetings to the Princess Consort and the various Side Consorts. My master is still washing up, and there’s an important matter requiring her to go to the palace shortly. Please return to your courtyards to rest now, and she will invite you over when she’s free."
"!" Bai Junjun stared at the riot of colors before her, astonished.
Yuwen Luanfei, what a man, to have married so many wives?
Wasn’t he supposed to be a germaphobe? And afraid of women? Had he really cured himself?
The beautiful women, upon hearing Dian Hong’s words, revealed their surprise: "Such busyness in a lady’s life, one might think Sister is a court official."
"Sister was once the World’s Number One Talent Girl, naturally she can do what others cannot. It’s only right that she represents the Prince in Ying County."
"Sister, are you trying to wound my heart? Everyone knows there is only one acknowledged World’s Number One Talent Girl."
"Oh, my apologies for speaking out of turn. If not the number one, then she’s at least the second best. Besides, His Highness also mentioned that Sister Pingting’s talent is on par with men, so what’s wrong with her getting involved in some state affairs?"
"Could you please hold your tongue? Continue , and Sister Pingting will soon be denounced as a villainous consort by everyone."
They say three women make a market, but this gaggle of women with their incessant chattering was more fearsome than any marketplace.
Bai Junjun squinted at the twittering and chirping group before her, feeling as if some of the faces might match those from her memory?
Yet, three years had passed, and everyone’s demeanor had changed. Plus, the former owner of her body had been too haughty to notice common people, so Bai Junjun didn’t dare to recognize these twittering ladies.
But judging from their arrogant demeanor, they were likely to be daughters of the nobility and officials.