Chapter 162 The Hairpin

She drew in a quiet breath and prepared to walk forward.

Then something occurred to her. As if on instinct, she lifted her hand and adjusted her hair in full view of everyone.

Naturally, every gaze followed. There, gleaming in the light, was a gold hairpin.

Under the sunlight it flashed brilliantly, the craftsmanship so fine it was almost blinding.

It was clearly no ordinary ornament.

These women