C824 No good feast (3)

She held the small handkerchief in her hand, and smiled as she pointed at Guo Yuhuan who was seated behind her.

The fiery red dress and exquisite face was long covered in a layer of red powder. She lowered her head and uneasily twisted the kernels in her hands.

"This is my niece. Her father is the salt master of Youzhou."

The Princess Ping only said one sentence