In the courtyard, snowflakes danced.
A tall girl in a light purple dress was holding a whip and standing in the courtyard with a smug expression. There was a broken tree branch on the floor.
Song Ruyue and her daughter, who was dressed in the snow-white fox fur coat, stood under the eaves and watched while surrounded by their maidservants and grannies.
Song Ruyue smiled and said, "You're really amazing, Meijiao. You're not inferior to any man at all!"
The other maidservants also echoed and praised her.
However, when Luo Qingzhou stepped into the courtyard, these voices suddenly stopped.
When Nangong Meijiao saw him, the smugness on her face instantly turned into cold arrogance. She put away the whip and got back under the eaves.
The smile on Song Ruyue's face turned cold.
Only the weak girl supported by Qiu'er under the roof was still smiling, and she was staring at him with a gentle gaze.