Spiritual Spring Mountain Plateau.
In the hall, Yang Zhenshan sat in the master seat, looking at the two little girls in front of him.
The two little girls looked about seven or eight years old, almost identical in appearance, clearly a pair of twins.
The two little girls stood with their hands down, with smooth egg-shaped faces, eyebrows lightly painted like distant mountains, noses like beautiful jade, and rosy baby cheeks that made one want to pinch them.
They were dressed in light pink high-waisted ru skirts, with the top embroidered with entwined peach blossom patterns, their cuffs adorned with moon-white gauze, and the lower skirts hanging to their feet, with hems embroidered with fine butterflies chasing flowers. A goose-yellow silk belt with a small white jade double fish pendant hung at their waists. They looked like little fairy children walked out from a meticulously painted lady picture, exuding a natural and innocent charm.
