The Lotus Copper Pot leaks halfway, the palace's lamps flickered, casting Tang Xiaobai into a slight daze.
She sat below Empress Yuan, her body slightly turned, looking at the woman kneeling in the center of the hall.
That was the Beauty Shu, whom she had heard much about but never seen.
Currently, the mainstream aesthetic for women favors bright colors, even those who opt for a simple look would embroider low-key luxurious patterns.
But this Beauty Shu was truly simple and plain.
Her clothes were like snow, her hair like ink, adorned only with a single wooden hairpin, her face bare of makeup, even her lip color was light.
So plain and simple it seemed like someone in her family had died.
It's not that Tang Xiaobai was maliciously cursing others, but since she entered the story, she had seen many dressed in white, yet those this clean were truly only mourning clothes.
Is she being unconventional, or...
