Lin Zhaoyue rolled her eyes at the Marchioness’s retreating back. Just as the Marchioness stepped out the door, she began to mock her, "Does Lin Zhaoyue really think she’s still running the number one workshop in the Capital? Just look at what she’s wearing today—it’s clear Nishang has no new designs."
"She’s wearing a style from last year. It was a proud masterpiece when Nishang was at its peak, but times have changed. Nowadays, anyone wearing something like that is hopelessly out of fashion."
"It’s truly laughable. She can’t even manage her own workshop staff, letting them cut corners and slack off. Who would dare wear her clothes to a banquet? If your sleeve ripped the moment you picked up a teacup, wouldn't you be the laughingstock of the evening?"
Chapter 182