Poem Making for Fun 201

A group of people arrived at the garden and indeed saw various breeds of flowers blooming. The variety was even more extensive and precious than those in the Imperial Royal Garden.

Yang Mengchen's expression was serene, but a trace of sharp coldness flitted through the depths of his eyes and eyebrows.

The descendants of the Xinyang Marquis Mansion were all unlearned, relying solely on selling ancestral properties and the dowries of daughters-in-law, as well as the aid of married-off daughters to live their lives, yet they maintained so many flowers, some of which were extremely rare breeds. How interesting.

"Oh, why has she come as well?" Long Jingxi muttered in confusion.

Following Long Jingxi's gaze, they saw Long Fengying, in her bright and splendid attire, walking over with a group of maids and sisters. The Emperor had decreed that Long Fengying should reflect behind closed doors, without specifying the duration, so she should be staying in the Princess Mansion at this time.