"Aided in holding together a broken doll until it could begin to become a woman again, it seems," Diao Linqin said. Her aristocratic voice was measured and neutral. "Has she spoken to you about last evening yet?"
"Lady Cai Renxiang has not yet had the opportunity," despite herself some irritation at her friend being spoken of that way bled through. She really wasn't good enough at this yet.
Slowly, she turned her head to look over her shoulder to see Diao Linqin looking down at her with pursed lips, and an expression of vexation. "It is truly irritating when you see some truth in a jest."