The next day was another clear and sunny day.
The chrysanthemums in the manor were in full bloom, a sea of golden yellow.
Xiaoman and Huanhuan were exceedingly happy.
Picking flowers for cooking, brewing tea to drink—it was truly delightful.
Xiaoman said, "The day the Prince came, all the flowers blossomed overnight."
Huanhuan teased her, "I think it's you who has blossomed. Peipei, come see, Xiaoman's little face…"
"Go away, who's Xiaoman."
"You, you, Lady Xiaoman."
The two maids flanked her, intent on pinching Xiaoman's rosy cheeks.
"So radiant and lively, your color has improved."
Xiaoman blushed, batting at them.
The girls joked around, chasing and playfully fighting, thoroughly enjoying themselves.
It was at this moment that Amir came looking for them.
"What are you talking about that's making you so happy? Where's my aunt?"
