Renming Palace.
Weimo leaned languidly against the pear-wood dressing table, her fingertips gently brushing the Twin Butterfly Hairpin her mother had left behind. The solitary candlelight flickered, casting a warm, lustrous glow on the intricate patterns of the hairpin’s wings, a beauty so mesmerizing it was difficult to look away. Outside the palace, the cold wind wailed, swirling up grit that rattled against the window lattices with a sharp, intermittent sound.
"My Lady, should we pack this plain velvet jacket? Although the South is warmer, it can still be damp and cold during the winter."
Chapter 177