Her whole body was still shrouded in all sorts of strong, pungent scents, and Ni Manxue had to fight the urge to sneeze several times.
She cursed inwardly.
'So much perfume it's practically smoking—does she seriously not feel dizzy?'
'And wasn't this supposed to be an old merchant family? Why is she dressed like some vulgar upstart tycoon! Afraid people won't know they're rich?'
And that girl who had just come over to pay her respects was dressed exactly the same way.
On closer inspection, her features were very similar to Lady Tang's; one look and you knew they were mother and daughter by blood.
Then she looked at the outfit and tsked.
Lady Tang was already over the top; this girl put her to shame.
Her not‑so‑large bun was crammed full of pearls and jade hairpieces, her wrists were circled with several layers of gold and silver bangles, and around her neck hung a string of jade beads.
You could say it's nothing if a young girl dresses a bit brightly.
