The five sisters heard what the youngest aunt had to say and felt that she was simply praising herself. In their young hearts, they had already heard many people say that they were more beautiful than all three aunts.
They were still young, and at this moment, only their looks could be seen; their figures had not yet developed. A girl changes at eighteen— who knows if they would turn out to be peerless beauties?
Once the youngest aunt reached this age, there was no more change; after getting married, she would just become a married woman, and no matter how she might change, it would hold no significance.
"Yes, the youngest aunt has a plump figure," Ye Mei Qi said with a smile.
"What kind of way is that to speak? My beauty," Ye Shuzhen glared at Ye Mei Qi.
Ye Shiqi chuckled lightly. Perhaps in ancient times, this kind of plumpness was truly considered beautiful.
In her previous life, she had heard that an ancient figure, Yang Yuhuai, was known for her voluptuous beauty.
