Belittling

Late March, late spring.

Although it was late in the evening, the sky had turned from a deep blue to a snow-white color. At a glance, it was still lush and verdant.

Bai Zheng sat on the carriage heading to the imperial palace. Opening the curtain, she looked outside, only to see beautiful flowers on both sides, drooping sashes of willow trees, she was in a good mood.

She took a deep breath, the air was filled with the fragrance unique to spring. Satisfied, she put down the curtain and returned her attention back to the car.

Miss, what did you call Qingshao to do the other day? She only came back when it was already dawn, and there was even a scratch on her arm!

"What marks?" Bai Zheng asked with concern.

"This …" Seeing Bai Zheng's face full of concern for him, Zhuling became bashful, and said embarrassedly: It looks like it's been scratched by a man's fingernail.