While the capital's Yang Family had the same surname as Lisa's mother Chaerin, they were not from the same root family and did not have much of a connection.
This Yang Family had made its fortune in the previous dynasty. While they were not as prestigious as the Jung and Lee families, they were noble enough. Their family had produced three prime ministers, two empresses and numerous governors. In the last few decades, they had become low-key, but based on the Yang Family's foundations and their reputation among the scholars, no one dared to insult them.
The ancestors of the Kim Family had not had much interaction with the Yang Family. The two families had only grown closer in the last few years because Duke Yang admired Jiyong's calligraphy.
It was not necessarily true that Mistress Yang greatly liked Lisa, but her friendliness towards the Kim Family was very clear. Once Lisa appeared in the inner courtyard of the Yang Family with her mother, Mistress Yang could not stop praising Lisa like she was a rare flower.
"This young girl is rough and not worthy of Duchess' praise." Chaerin was not surprised or overjoyed by Mistress Yang's friendliness. She calmly praised the girls of the Yang Family and the atmosphere was harmonious.
Lisa, sitting next to Chaerin as decoration, noticed Yang Family's miss on the other side staring at her. So she looked up and smiled at the other. Miss Yang also smiled back. Her smile was like the green lotus blooming at dawn, beautiful and pure.
Noticing the movements between the two juniors, Mistress Yang smiled and said, "The time is good. How about everyone walk around the garden with me, and we will pretend to have culture."
The people seated all laughed and agreed. Someone clapped and said, "I heard long ago that the garden scene of the ducal establishment is stunning. If your honored establishment can only be considered as pretending to have culture, then my garden will be extremely vulgar."
The words caused the women present to laugh. Lisa looked curiously at the woman who had spoken. The other was dressed brightly and of a young age. She did not know what family this young person was from that they would laugh out loud and speak up on such an occasion.
When no one was paying attention, Chaerin whispered softly by her ear, "Did you see that woman who just spoke?"
Lisa nodded.
"She is a daughter of Prime Minister Lee Taemin (Taemin is not of the prestigious Lee family, his surname just matches) and married Choi Family's eldest son a few days ago." When Chaerin mentioned Prime Minister Lee, one of the newer aristocrats in court, her tone was slightly cool. "While Prime Minister Lee is a capable person, his daughter is a bit too frivolous."
Lisa was dumbfounded. So Choi Family's eldest son had married a daughter from new aristocracy? She couldn't help but glance at that Lee Daisy who had married into the Choi Family. Because the other was dressed overly brightly, she was exceptionally eye-catching among the group of women. It was obvious that while she wanted to perform well among the group, she was out of place.
She had heard that Prime Minister Lee's wife was shrewish, and because she did not have a good birth, she did not like to interact with the women in the capital. As a result, her daughters had never entered the circles of aristocratic misses.
"Go play with the juniors." Chaerin smiled at a nearby spot where several aristocratic family misses not of age were standing. "There is nothing interesting if you stay by me."
"Then I will not disturb Mother." Lisa smiled and bowed slightly to Chaerin before picking up her skirt and walking towards the young misses.
Mistress Yang looked at the back of her figure and nodded in satisfaction. A lithe walk, slender, and beautiful features. This miss of the Kim Family had good posture and presence.
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The Pheonix and The Dragon
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