Wufu, Wu Fu, so the illegitimate child father had outside looks like that, yet she doesn't seem at all like those concubine-born daughters.
Like the concubine sisters at home, timid and shrinking, utterly incapable of presenting themselves in public.
But that woman!
Wu Yilin strained her mind recalling the woman who stood amidst a group of noble ladies, smiling and conversing. She was quite tall, dressed simply yet elegantly. Though not adorned with heavy makeup or extravagant attire, her height made her stand out remarkably.
But precisely because she stood out, one could immediately notice her demeanor; whether or not she was of lowly birth, it was said she came from a humble place and grew up in a peasant family. Logically, wouldn't people from such places be awkward and out of place, embodying a petty bourgeoisie air unfit for public display?
