As the New Year Festival drew closer, the weather became even colder. However, the Ning Family young misses’ room was still warm as spring.
Water boiled on a small clay stove.
A young girl was sitting before a table, her sleeves rolled up to expose her white wrists. Her three golden bracelets jingled as she lifted up a small pot containing boiling tea, and a faint scent spread throughout the room.
"The plum snow water tea is very fragrant," said the girl sitting in front of her, sighing lightly.
The tea overflowed with scent on this side of the screen while a rapping sound came from the other side.
A bamboo arrow softly glided into a ceramic pot, causing it to sway slightly.
"Seventeenth Sister is very amazing!" A girl clapped in admiration.
Ning Yunyan pulled down her sleeve, accepting the handkerchief from the servant girl to wipe off her sweat.
