In the past few days, Song Lingxi learned that she had been invited by the Princess to attend a flower-viewing banquet. Although she was a little confused, she was still very excited.
After all, she had lived in the Song family for more than ten years and had never attended such a grand banquet.
Each time, he could only watch longingly as Song Lingyu was dressed up in the finest clothes and jewelry.
But now it was her turn to choose. A variety of dresses dazzled her eyes. The colors were elegant and fashionable, yet not flashy.
Sure enough, the Prime Minister's wife was holding Song Lingxi's hand, pointing to the various clothes brought by the Feather Robe Pavilion, and enthusiastically helping her dress up.
"Lingxi, look, these are the new styles from Yuyi Pavilion. They won't be impolite, but they won't steal the spotlight from the host."
The Prime Minister's wife came from a scholarly family. Her father was the former tutor of the Crown Prince, and she was the youngest daughter in the family, growing up being pampered and loved by everyone.
Although her father had long since retired from officialdom, several of her brothers were still serving in the court, serving as the emperor's right-hand men and being highly valued.
In addition, her husband was the prime minister of the court, so the prime minister's wife often attended various occasions and was very knowledgeable about banquet etiquette.
Song Lingxi was deeply moved. No elder had ever treated her so well. In her previous life, the Prime Minister's wife was grieving the loss of her son and had no time to care for her, only instructing the people in the mansion not to mistreat her.
However, throughout his life, Xie Changling's health improved more and more, even surpassing that of ordinary people. The Prime Minister's wife was not deeply grieved and was able to take care of her.
“You are young, so it’s perfect for you to wear some pastel colors. However, this banquet is being held at the Princess’s residence, and there will be many guests. It wouldn’t be good if you were too eye-catching.”
The Prime Minister's wife advocated the doctrine of the mean, which might work for others, but it didn't seem to be very effective on Song Lingxi, whose beauty was so stunning it could topple kingdoms.
Because soon, the Prime Minister's wife's plan fell through. As Song Lingxi changed into one dress after another, whether it was pink, sky blue, or lake green, she looked charming and lovely in every one of them.
The pink color made her face look like a peach blossom, like a beautiful and delicate woman. Some people felt affection for her and wished they could carry her with them every day and smell her fragrance.
The sky blue color makes her look fresh and refined, the most refreshing color in summer, like a snow lotus on the Tianshan Mountains, the most beautiful connection between heaven and earth.
The lake green color added a touch of vitality to her, like a lotus leaf in a pond. Just looking at her was pleasing to the eye, and it inexplicably reminded people of chilled lotus seed soup in the sweltering heat, fresh and elegant.
The Prime Minister's wife was stunned; how was she supposed to choose from all of this!
Originally, I wanted to find something that wasn't too outstanding, something that wouldn't be noticed by others, so as not to embarrass the Prime Minister's Mansion, nor to offend the Princess.
but--
Can anyone tell her why Lingxi looks so radiant in everything she wears, so captivating that it's impossible to look away? Even if she were wearing a tattered burlap sack, she would still exude a unique charm and allure.
"Mother, why are you frowning? Is something wrong?"
Song Lingxi looked herself over. The dress she was wearing was called the Wide-Sleeved Flowing Fairy Dress. It was a pink color like peach blossoms, and even the hem of the dress was curled up like peach petals, as if it were dancing gracefully.
"No problem, or else—"
The Prime Minister's wife was carrying another rather inconspicuous pale yellow dress. This one looked quite ordinary, except that the color was a bit bright.
It was the most ordinary of all the clothes in the batch. The Prime Minister's wife had no choice but to select this one, hoping it could overshadow Song Lingxi's stunning beauty.
Unfortunately, she miscalculated. The Prime Minister's wife looked at Song Lingxi, who had changed into her dress, hesitated for a moment, and finally decided on this one.
When the two moved to the main hall, Xie Changling, who had been waiting outside, heard the noise, looked up, and smashed his teacup to the ground.
"My husband!"
The scalding tea splashed all over Xie Changling, but he seemed not to feel any pain at all, staring blankly at Song Lingxi without blinking.
Song Lingxi was extremely worried. Her large almond-shaped eyes flashed with intense anxiety. Ignoring etiquette, she walked past the Prime Minister's wife and headed straight for Xie Changling.
"Husband, does it hurt?"
Xie Changling watched Song Lingxi's mouth open and close, but he couldn't hear anything. He just stared at her blankly, his eyes filled with infatuation.
With dark eyebrows and pink lips, cheeks like newly blossoming buds, and almond-shaped eyes brimming with water, her pale yellow double-breasted ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress) tightly wrapped around her waist, making her appear so slender that it could be encircled by a single hand. The hem of her skirt fluttered as she walked, each step like a lotus blossom.
Xie Changling felt as if every step she took was on the tip of his heart, like a fairy, graceful and stunning. His heartbeat grew faster and heavier.
"Xi'er..."
He ignored everyone in the Prime Minister's residence, leaving only Song Lingxi in front of him. Now he wanted to pull her into his arms and kiss her.
"Cough cough!"
The Prime Minister's wife couldn't stand her son's gaze, which was almost like that of a "fool," and quickly interrupted the young couple's staring contest.
"Ling'er, Lingxi, tomorrow is the day we go to the Princess's residence. I have a few words of advice for you."
Xie Changling was startled awake by his mother's sudden increase in volume. He tightened his grip on Song Lingxi's hand before snapping out of his daze.
"Mother, just tell me."
Xie Changling forcefully grabbed Song Lingxi's small hand that was trying to pull back, showing that he didn't want to be separated from her for even a moment.
The Prime Minister's wife had no choice but to give them a few words of advice, telling them to be careful at the banquet and not to offend any important people, before letting them leave.
"A son grows up and is no longer under his mother's control. I hope everything goes well tomorrow."
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