At noon, the sun was shining brightly.
Chen Yuejian, who was almost ten months old, was wandering around the courtyard under her father's care.
She looked at the flowers and plants and was toying with insects.
Along the way, she was curious about everything she saw.
As for her mother, Song Huaying, she was tailoring clothes in the hall with her Mother Gu. She was making the dress that her Mother Wen would use for her wedding tomorrow.
Mother Wen did not know how to sew, so she studied shamelessly at the side. She did not have the airs of an Immortal Master of late-stage Qi Refinement realm at all and got along very well with her other two mothers.
"Butterfly! Butterfly! Butterfly!"
Chen Yuejian saw two flying butterflies and shouted excitedly as she chased after them with her short legs.
