This woman wasn't as tall as Aunt Zhao.
After all, a woman as tall and well-built as Aunt Zhao, practically built like a mare, was a rare sight.
You'd be hard-pressed to find another like her in the entire Empire.
This woman wasn't short, either. She had to be at least 1.7 meters tall, about the same height as his wife.
The silks and satins the woman wore were no less luxurious than Zhao Qiao'er's.
And the material of her clothes' lining clearly marked her as someone from an official family.
The woman was very beautiful, though not as beautiful as his own wife.
'Of course, there probably isn't anyone in this world who could compare to my wife's divine, world-besting beauty.'
But she was on the same level as Zhao Qiao'er.
'Truly beautiful.'
But for all her beauty, she lacked a certain feminine charm.
Not like Aunt Zhao—that is, when Aunt Zhao was alone with Lu Yuan.
'That coquettish look of hers, combined with that gorgeous, mature body...'
'It was truly...'
