The atmosphere in the hall became lively again.
Old Madam Zheng had Zheng yaoguang bring the girls to the backyard.
Zheng yaoguang held the hand of his elder sister's son from the first wife's line, the little heir of the Xian King's residence, and led the group of noble ladies to the backyard.
It was winter, and the Spring Festival was approaching.
There were wilted flowers everywhere, but the Zheng family had taken care of the residence very well, and there were fresh flowers growing in the greenhouse everywhere.
In this winter, it was even more precious.
From the other side of the river came the faint sound of poetry. One could tell that it was the young Masters drinking and playing in the water Pavilion.
