Zhang Su's marriage had no other impact on Shen Hua. Although both resided within the West Garden, they were hardly close acquaintances. Days passed, and Shen Hua finally left the Marquis Yangling Mansion.
The carriage headed purposefully for the rouge shop, and the girl's delicate and fair little finger hooked a corner of the carriage curtain, peering out slightly. Suddenly, she paused and focused on a particular spot. She lost her composure and blurted out.
"Stop the carriage!"
Cheng Gui immediately pulled on the reins.
Yingwu furrowed his brow: "Madam, what's wrong?"
Shen Hua did not speak, merely looking on with extreme indifference as You Qing, arm in arm with her mother-in-law, entered the nearest cloth shop amidst laughter and chatter.
You Qing's smile at the corner of her mouth was indeed irritating to the eye.
Shen Hua was truly consumed with envy.
The girl's mouth curled into a mocking sneer. Her fingernails turned white from gripping the curtain too tightly.
