Concubine Xian sat motionless, reaching out to catch a fluttering butterfly.
She did not pay any attention to Jiang Ning's meaning.
Was she trying to snub her?
Jiang Ning raised her hand.
Gucheng silently came over and set down the wheelchair.
Jiang Ning sat down.
Huang Ying unfastened the pouch on her waist, grabbed a small handful of pine nuts, peeled them, and handed them to Jiang Ning.
Jiang Ning sat in the warm sunlight with petals from Taohua flowers drifting around, leisurely eating the pine nuts.
No denying, this courtyard was truly comfortable.
The sunshine was just right, with a gentle breeze.
With maids attending to her and Gucheng guarding her, she felt she could bask in the sun here for a whole day.
At first, Concubine Xian remained calm. However, when she heard Jiang Ning order Gucheng to fetch a peach blossom, she could no longer bear it, got off the swing, and said coldly, "You've shown no etiquette in my palace. Did I ask you to sit down?"
