Qishun Building had the hot water ready, Fu Dong was carrying a maligned bamboo basket filled with clean flower petals, Xue Liu was tidying up the dry gauze towels, and she sneakily glanced outside.
Why did the Princess come back at this time? Wasn't she invited by Her Majesty the Empress Dowager to enjoy the flower viewing with the ladies from prominent families? It was a rare invitation for Her Royal Highness, a proactive gesture of goodwill.
Xing Yu was cleaning the steps outside, shaking her head. She didn't understand, but she felt that nothing good could come from the Empress Dowager. Since the Princess was back, that was that—nothing worth fussing over.
Zheng Nianru removed her hairpins, and that youthful face in the mirror still made her feel somewhat uncomfortable. But it was much better than in the beginning, she no longer felt like the reflection was unreal.
