"Miss Ruoyun is right, no one is perfect, just as no flower can be said to be flawless," someone beside them exclaimed in admiration.
As Xu Zimei approached for a closer look, he realized that the crowd was gathered around a spot where pink peonies intertwined with white ones.
The woman who spoke before donned purple attire, with a layer of purple veil draped over her delicate waist no thicker than a clasp.
Her face was likewise obscured by a layer of purple Washing Silk Veil.
Although her features were indistinct, her eyes were soft and tender, suggesting she was a beauty in the making.
To the side, the two clashing youths were both young men.
One wore a black robe and a crown cap, while the other was in a white robe with his hair bound atop his head; most curiously, he sported two ox horns atop his head.
This was the symbol of the Bull Head Tribe.
"Young Master Niu and Left Young Master, you two shouldn't fight," someone nearby attempted to mediate.
