This child had been a sharp one from young, so she should have perceived at a glance Her Majesty the Queen's displeasure toward her.
With Little Fifteenth in her arms, Qiao Mu walked forward while following the meandering cobblestone road.
Inside the wilting flower garden that was characteristic of the winter season, only several small flowers that were unafraid of the bitter cold burrowed out of the dirt.
Due to the fear that the flowers and trees would mutate, the palace had long undertook an all-out project to comb through the various flower gardens. They promptly cut down any strange or exotic flowers and plants, generally growing only the most commonly seen kinds that had also never mutated before.
"Mom, I'm thinking, whether I've been too rash with this marriage." Qiao Mu sat on a wooden swing and lightly pushed her toes against the ground.
