Jinghan no longer worries too much about these money-making matters, having handed them all over to some managers below her; they can handle them however they like. After all, Jinghan had come up with all the money-making ideas she could think of, and what happened next was not for her to decide.
It was the perfect season when spring was warm and flowers were blooming, and Jinghan insisted on having Zixuan accompany her to see the apricot blossoms. So, finding some free time, Zixuan took Jinghan and their two sons with him.
This was a natural, wild apricot forest, probably covering more than a thousand acres with apricot trees. In winter, the whole mountain was bare with only tree trunks showing, and as the apricot trunks were purple, the place was also known as the Purple Hill.
Wandering through the endless apricot forest and watching the petals falling from the trees, Jinghan felt exceptionally good. After running around for a while, she finally stopped.
