Shen Yuan was abandoned in the wilderness at birth and suffered greatly for eighteen years. The only light in her life was a weak scholar. He taught her to read and write, and she gathered herbs to...
The waterside pavilions connecting to the wind pavilions meander along the shore, with all kinds of precious flowers displayed on both sides.
A beautiful young girl walked through the flowers, her skirt brushing against the petals and causing the stamens to tremble.
Shen Yuan's seat was next to Shen Yunjin's, not too far forward, but still in the very center of the banquet, with a pavilion providing shade and coolness.
Shen Yuan sat down in her seat and casually glanced around. She could tell that the seating at the banquet was arranged according to family status. For example, the two outermost rows of tables were too far out and had no shade, so they were quite sunny. The people sitting there were the female relatives of officials of the fifth or sixth rank.
Shen Yuan and Shen Yunjin sat at the same tea table, but after Shen Yuan sat down, Shen Yunjin did not sit down. She gave Shen Yuan a disdainful look and went to find her best friend's handkerchief.
She felt ashamed to sit next to Shen Yuan, so she didn't want to stay by Shen Yuan's side for even a moment longer.
This was Shen Yuan's first official appearance, so many people's eyes were focused on her, filled with curiosity and scrutiny.
Faced with these curious gazes, Shen Yuan smiled in response. As for those malicious looks, Shen Yuan pretended not to see them, lowered her head, and ate the fruit and pastries placed on the tea table by herself.
I must say, the pastries at the Princess's residence are delicious.
After all, Xiao Yunyan had killed all the chefs in the kitchen who didn't make good pastries.
Shen Yuan was eating when she suddenly noticed a commotion among the people around her.
She put down the pastries and glanced out of the pavilion.
Beneath the willows on the bank, a figure in pale blue appeared. The man had a handsome face, long, slender eyebrows, and a pair of eyes that seemed to be smiling yet not smiling. He wore a snow-blue brocade robe woven with silver threads, which made him look even more aloof and otherworldly, like a celestial being from a painting. He walked towards them.