I Am This Type of Woman

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The momo couldn't recall how the bird looked like, especially as His Majesty's aviary wasn't open to just anyone. Whether this little eunuch really resembled the bird wasn't important, if Junzhu said he did then it must have been.

With a face full of enlightenment, the leading momo said, "If Junzhu didn't mention it, nubi wouldn't have remembered. On closer look, they do look similar, only that the face was thinner."

"Yes, I thought so." Ban Hua looked happy again, she casually handed a hand-warmer to the little eunuch, "Go back and take care of yourself, I will come again to look at you."

The hand-warmer wasn't much decorated, it looked like something that Junzhu's servants would use. The welcoming momo saw the little eunuch had made Junzhu happy, she said, "Nubi think this little eunuch is fated with the singing bird, it is better if he works at the aviary so the birds there will look good too."

Holding the hand-warmer, the little eunuch felt his limbs and joints came back alive.

This noble lady was really beautiful, even more than the niangniangs in the palace. Not sure which noble family she was from that even the Empress' personal servants were very polite to her. Low level eunuchs need to have good eyes to survive, he saw the two momo's following this noble lady wore the uniform of the Empress' palace.

Standing with bowed head, he could only see the snow white cloak, and the red peony flowers under the cloak.

"Respectfully seeing off Your Highness."

As the nobly lady walking away, he moved back a step to salute deeply.

When the procession was no longer seen, he turned to the snow covered ground with the hand-warmer still in his clutch. He had to put it down on the ground and continue the sweeping, but he was quite reluctant. After thinking, he was going to put the hand-warmer in his clothes when the steward came over.

The little eunuch thought he was going to be scolded again, who knew the steward smilingly told him to go back to rest.

"You are lucky, little brat." He heard the steward said.

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"Junzhu, please walk this side." The welcoming momo stood at the bottom of the steps. "Nubi is too lowly and can't step up, Junzhu please proceed."

"Thank you." Ban Hua smiled at the two momo's and walked up the steps.

"Respectfully seeing off Junzhu." The momo's looked at the woman in luxurious clothing stepping on the jade steps, as if in a trance they felt they saw ... the image of immeasurable regality.

Ban Hua had calculated that the jade steps outside Zhaoyang Palace was white, so climbing the steps clothed in white and red would look terrific.

In midst of drifting snowflakes, a few clusters of crimson was most eye-catching.

Shi Jin was standing on top of the jade steps, the hand gripping the ceremonial sword tightened at the sight of the woman who was walking up step by step. A few snowflakes fell into his eyes, he blinked, his eyes were still a little blurry but that woman was exceptionally clear.

Was that peonies on her skirt?

Peony was both brilliant and vulgar, very few noble ladies wore peony patterns. Most of those few looked more vulgar than brilliant because the person was crushed by the overwhelming beauty of the flower.

Shi Jin had never expected to see a woman who was so well-suited with peonies, dignified, bright, beautiful.

As he took a step forward, the woman on the steps raised her head at the same time.