Bai Lu and Shuang Jiang were almost in a daze. Even they, who had served Shen Miao since they were young, sometimes felt like they couldn't recgonize Shen Miao.
"Miss, you seem to like to wear lotus green clothes," Bai Lu said. "Although you look good in them, don't young ladies usually like bright colors like pink and blue?"
The color of the lotus was noble and solemn, but the young ladies of the noble families rarely wore such a color. Firstly, it was easy to look old-fashioned, and secondly, it was very difficult to look right in that color. If one wasn't careful, one would look much older than their actual ages.
However, even though Shen Miao had a tender face, in that clothes, she exuded the aura of a nobal lady in the palace. The maids didn't know why.
