She had unfastened the top two clasps of her white tunic, exposing just a hint of her pale collarbone.
She walked with a lazy swagger, carrying a painted silk fan that she occasionally used to hide a roguish, devastating smirk.
Su Yin was a natural.
Draped in shimmering crimson silk, the girl clung tightly to Ji'an's bicep, pressing herself against her side, giggling musically at everything Ji'an said.
Whenever they stopped at a merchant stall, Ji'an would casually toss a handful of gold coins, buying Su Yin jade hairpins, spun-sugar treats, and pearl necklaces, placing them on the girl with lingering, gentle touches.
"Look at this one, Yin-er," Ji'an drawled loudly, holding up a delicate silver hairpin, ensuring her voice carried to the nearby tea houses. "It matches the fire in your beautiful eyes. The craftsmen of the capital pale in comparison to your radiance."
