The servants brought over the sedan chair, and Zhao Hanzhang steadied herself on Ting He's hand as she sat down, then handed the scissors to Fu Tinghan, saying, "Cut whichever flower you like, cut casually."
Fu Tinghan glanced at her, reached out to take them.
He looked around, slowly selecting three well-grown roses nearby, and returned to Zhao Hanzhang's side, handing all the flowers to her.
During this time, the little maid continuously knelt on the ground, not daring to move, and the people behind the rockery dared not make any noise.
Zhao Hanzhang pointed to a pink-white rose not far away and said, "Make it an odd number, it's auspicious."
Fu Tinghan went to cut it.
The colorful roses were wrapped in a handkerchief by Zhao Hanzhang as she held them in her hand. She glanced coldly at the still silent rockery, snorted coldly, and then had people carry the sedan chair away.
