"Sigh, it really is unfortunate. Nanny Feng had even summoned those reputed gardeners among the populace into the palace. But they were still unable to save this jasper begonia. Sigh…"
"Her Majesty the Queen Dowager is going to be in a poor mood. We should be more cautious these few days."
"Nanny Feng told us to toss this pot of flowers further away. This is far enough, right."
"Sigh, just leave it."
After setting down that pot of jasper begonia, they heaved deep sighs as they walked away with drooping heads.
Qiao Mu trotted up to the jasper begonia and studied it carefully. Suddenly, she stretched out her fair, petite hand, hovering it above the begonia's withered and shriveled leaves.
It was only a moment before those leaves unfurled with a new lease of life, turning from yellow to green.
Newly-grown leaves sprouted from the floral axis.
