Beautiful as it is, it can't be worn to show off to everyone.
Feng Qingxue regretfully took it off and changed back into her original outfit, instantly losing some of her luster.
"Why aren't you wearing it? It looks so good on you. Look at me, I just put on a dress, and I almost made old Zheng stare blankly," said Chen Xueniang, who, despite being over fifty, still had fair and smooth skin and remained charming. The wrinkles at the corners of her eyes only added elegance, not detracting from her looks. The white shirt paired with a navy blue skirt made her look even more graceful and poised.
Feng Qingxue sighed, "I'm in the military district compound; I have to be mindful of my influence, my dear sister."
Chen Xueniang touched her smooth face and teased, "It's fine. Just wear it at home for Lu Jiang. We don't have to dress up for outsiders. I'm sure Lu Jiang would especially agree with what I just said."
