"Ah, yes." The young maid nervously brought over the cloak and draped it over Princess Xinyang.
Princess Xinyang stood up, walked with her swollen legs and feet out of the room, and came to the corridor.
The snow in the courtyard was swept clean, the ground covered with non-slip straw mats.
The young maid held an umbrella for her.
"Let's go to the flower room." Princess Xinyang said.
"Yes." The young maid agreed, carefully supporting her.
The master and servant went to the flower room.
This mansion was originally quite large, and Princess Xinyang, who loved growing flowers, used half of the mansion as a flower room.
The flower room was heated with charcoal, making it warm.
The young maid understood that her princess was not there to admire the flowers, but to see if the old clothes from before were dry.
The two had just arrived at the entrance of the flower room when they heard a whispering conversation inside.
