In the perfume Pavilion.
Lulu sat on a small chair and picked up a piece of pastry with his chubby little hand. He put it into his mouth happily.
He smacked his lips lightly. Sigh, he was as happy as a God.
Yesterday, Jiang Huai 'an was this year's Huiyuan. He had already won two Yuan consecutively and was quite famous in the capital.
Today was the day the late Emperor passed away. The scholars in the city wrote many poems to mourn and praise the late Emperor. Although he didn't like the late Emperor, he had to get along with the others and left the house early.
There were only Jiang huailu and the Xia family in the perfume Pavilion now.
Lulu was eating desserts leisurely, while Madam Xia was anxiously pacing back and forth in the room, holding a handkerchief with both hands, her face full of anxiety.
"Lulu, are you really not going to open the door?"
