Ling's figure, for a moment, overlapped with Lady Zhushan.
But it was just the dance.
An Chenyu walked for a moment, then took the tea and came beside Song Cheng.
The tea was made by Ling, An Chenyu's own tea didn't taste very good.
She snuggled up with the young man, watching Ling dance in the yard together.
The sound of the wind chimes was crisp and pleasant, the girl's dance was passionate and graceful, if someone didn't know Ling's past, they would have thought this scene was otherworldly.
In contrast, An Chenyu, due to her pregnancy, wore no makeup and her robe had become a loose version, making her seem slightly less striking compared to Ling at this time.
Miss An slightly tilted her head, glanced at her man, and only poured him a cup of tea when she noticed his gaze wasn't fixed on Ling.
The atmosphere was somewhat subtly and inexplicably delicate.
Song Cheng guessed that Miss An might be a bit jealous of her own maid.
Miss An covertly glanced at Song Cheng.
