A woman stood there, dressed in finery, draped in jewels that radiated opulence. Yet, she did not appear vulgar; those jewels seemed to exist in a natural harmony with her, as if they belonged there by right.
Part of this was her beauty—when you are that stunning, you can pull off any style—but it was also her bearing. She possessed a distinction that felt regal, as if she were born to wealth and status.
Han Ziyan, upon seeing her, couldn't help but shrink back, her confidence wavering.
Chapter 210