The next clear morning.
No one came to greet Lin Jiaojiao when she arose from sleep in the main hall.
Upon asking, she found out that Zhao Shuang Er hasn't returned from the Grand Commandant's manor. This didn't surprise her; after all, Zhao Shuang Er would only be inviting trouble if she were to return, and it was better for her to stay at her mother's home for a few more days.
Xuemei and Dongqing had been dispatched to carry out some tasks, leaving her leisurely savoring the Mingqian Longjing Tea she had "blocked out" from Yan Sihan's Court while sitting in the armchair.
At that moment, Xiao Yun came in with a small box. Seeing Lin Jiaojiao at her ease in the hall, a smile instantly spread across her face.
Lin Jiaojiao put down her teacup as her gaze fell on the exquisite box Xiao Yun held, casually asking: "What's that?"
Xiao Yun cheerfully answered: "Ma'am, they said it was sent by your father. I don't know what's inside."
Lin Zhengyang?
