After saying this, the other party didn't wait for Shen Qi's reaction and turned to leave. Shen Qi looked at the array of high-end items before her, her confusion growing more pronounced. What exactly did Feng Kexin want to do? She wanted to see her, and even wanted her to dress up? Even an audience with a princess couldn't be more demanding than this, could it? Shen Qi wanted to get it over with quickly, meet Feng Kexin, and head home as soon as possible. So she didn't waste any time, quickly putting together a semi-formal outfit and swiftly applying a very elegant, classic evening makeup on her face. Shen Qi moved fast, but the other party wasn't slow either. They only gave Shen Qi twenty minutes before coming to take her directly. Shen Qi was uneasy the whole way, keeping her head down as she wound through several layers of courtyards, finally stopping in front of a door. At that moment, the courtyard was brightly lit and buzzing with voices. The guide led Shen Qi through a side door into the courtyard and said to her, "Miss is waiting for you inside. You can go in." Shen Qi's unease grew stronger. She felt certain something was going to happen today... Shen Qi walked forward alone. Many around her cast surprised glances her way. Seeing everyone else's attire, Shen Qi realized just how out of place she was tonight. Because everyone was dressed in Qing Dynasty banner gowns and prince outfits, all playing at cosplay. Only she wore an exquisite white little evening dress. That outfit wouldn't have been a problem normally, but among a crowd in Qing Dynasty clothing, it stood out glaringly. This was a tea-tasting gathering. Each person had a small tea table beside them, with someone specifically attending to them. The moment Shen Qi stepped in, almost everyone in the courtyard turned to look at her. There were sneers, confusion, and indifference. Feng Kexin, dressed in a bright red banner gown, waved her handkerchief and said, "Look, speak of the devil and he appears. This is the famous stylist, the little girl who snatched Yining away from me. So? Disappointed? I gave her a chance to enter high society. Whether to accept her is up to you all." The surrounding gazes instantly turned mocking. Shen Qi lowered her eyes, feeling a tightness in her scalp. Those looks were like knives and arrows, stabbing fiercely into her. "A piece of goods like this dares to compare herself to Miss Feng?" "Yeah, she doesn't look like much! Even wearing all those brand names can't hide her cheap aura." "More than that! Nobility and high society depend on bloodline. She's just some mixed-breed stray cat from who knows how many generations, temporarily blinding the Second Young Master of the He family. Thinking of entering the He family's door? Don't even dream about it." "Exactly, President He is just curious for now. She's nothing but a plaything, how could she qualify to enter our circle?" "So she's a stylist? I thought she was someone impressive. Good thing I have my own stylist, no need to suffer under someone like her." "Yeah! From now on, we all need to keep our eyes wide open. Anyone who hires her for styling is crossing Miss Feng. Tsk tsk, how pitiful. Overestimating herself by offending Miss Feng, and still having the nerve to show up here... Oh dear, I'm embarrassed for you!" ... Shen Qi stood there, enduring the mockery and attacks from all sides, tears welling up in her eyes but stubbornly refusing to fall. Her worst fear had come true. She had indeed been blacklisted by high society. Though she had anticipated this outcome, she never imagined she'd have to bear it in such a situation. That scene of a thousand fingers pointing and a thousand voices cursing—she once thought it only existed in movies and TV shows. But she never expected that when she became the target of that thousand-fingered, thousand-voiced condemnation, it would be so... painful. Feng Kexin, not satisfied with just slapping her, wanted to strip away all her disguises, expose her to the sunlight, and let everyone mock her. Perhaps only by trampling her dignity like this could Feng Kexin vent her anger. Shen Qi stood there silently, offering no defense or protest. Seeing Shen Qi's silence, Feng Kexin finally spoke: "Alright, don't talk about her like that. She's still a somewhat famous stylist." "Miss Feng, rest assured, when I go back, I'll announce to all the makeup and styling circles that no one will hire her anymore. So, she's no longer a stylist!" Someone immediately flattered Feng Kexin. Feng Kexin seemed fairly satisfied with that flattery. She gently lifted the lid of her teacup, brushed the tea leaves, and said, "I haven't said anything today." Those around her understood Feng Kexin's meaning perfectly, claiming it was their own dislike for Shen Qi, completely unrelated to Feng Kexin. After they finished, Shen Qi finally spoke. Her voice wasn't loud, but it carried weight: "Are you all done? If so, may I say a few words?" In an instant, countless gazes shot back toward Shen Qi. As she removed the jewelry from her hands and body and placed it on the table, Shen Qi said firmly, "Even though I'm no longer a stylist, I'm still a graduate of the Aesthetics major from H Province Academy of Fine Arts. Allow me to remind you all: your banner gowns are worn incorrectly! While you're all wearing banner gowns, some are for daily wear, some for ceremonial or sacrificial occasions, and others are simply from the wrong era. Also, Qing Dynasty bracelets aren't worn like that. The material of the bracelet should match your status and rank, and different outfits require different bracelets." With that, Shen Qi had removed all her jewelry and placed it on the table. She looked calmly at Feng Kexin and said, "Thank you, Miss Feng, for tonight's lesson. Shen Qi has learned her lesson. If Miss Feng is done with her instruction, may I leave?" Shen Qi took off her high heels, set them aside calmly, reached back to pull the zipper, and let her little evening dress fall to the ground, revealing the white T-shirt and denim shorts she had been wearing underneath. Barefoot, Shen Qi gave a slight bow to the others: "Wishing you all a pleasant evening. Farewell!" With that, Shen Qi turned and walked away. Shen Qi's reaction caught everyone off guard. They all froze, involuntarily looking down at their own outfits, wondering if they were really as flawed as she had said. "Pfft..." Someone in the crowd suddenly laughed: "Interesting." Feng Kexin's face turned extremely ugly. A handsome man in mid-Qing Dynasty casual wear stood up from his seat, gave a lazy smile, and said, "Alright, the show's over. I should be going too."