The Princess glanced at the hairpin in Fu Xuan's hand.
The entirely silver piece was quite eye-catching, graceful and elegant yet not old-fashioned, especially with the small deer at the end bringing the entire hairpin to life.
Adorned with lace decorations around it, it was beautiful but not conventional, and the blue gem in the middle was the finishing touch, with tassels underneath further enhancing its beauty.
The Princess could even imagine how she would look, swaying with grace after putting on this hairpin; it would surely look good.
Yet she stubbornly said, "What a shabby hairpin, I don't like it."
Fu Xuan, as if he didn't hear, said to himself, "If the Princess were to accept this hairpin from Fu Xuan, not only could it hold up her hair, but it also could serve as protection."
