The setting sun bled across the sky, gilding the hanging flower gate of the Prince’s mansion in a layer of deep crimson.
Su Wanzhao knelt upon the blue stone tiles, her plain white skirt spreading like a waterfall amidst fallen begonia petals. Having removed all her pearls and jade, her long hair fell to her waist; her face was devoid of rouge or powder, leaving her looking as frail and heart-wrenching as a sickly Xi Shi.
When Weimo followed Zhao Yan through the hanging flower gate, she caught sight of Su Wanzhao removing her hairpins to beg for forgiveness. In the twilight, a phoenix hairpin with a bird holding a pearl was laid meticulously upon a gold tray before her knees.
Chapter 60