Looking at the smile on Mo Yan's face, Liu Tinglan felt envious. At least her dear friend had something to look forward to. As long as the person she liked was willing to wait a couple of years, their love could culminate into marriage, unlike herself, who couldn't even afford to hope.
Thinking of the marriage arrangement with the Du Family and that gentle-as-breeze man, a trace of sadness flashed across Liu Tinglan's face before she mustered a smile and joked with her good friend.
An hour later, the group that had gone to inspect the vegetable plot returned. Chu Heng found Mo Yan and requested that fresh fruits and vegetables be sent to the palace every day.
The Imperial Palace had hot springs at the country estate to grow vegetables in the winter, but the amount was limited and costly, and the quality was far less than that of the greenhouse vegetables of Liu Yang Village, with fewer varieties at that: a monotonous rotation of greens and radishes.
