The light snow that fell last night accumulated into a thin layer on the ground. Originally, it was very normal for her, with her cultivation, to leave no trace of trodding in the snow.
However, Qiao Mu purposely treaded a line of small footprints in the snow, one footprint for each step, stringing them together crookedly.
As she trodded, she mused over the matter that the senior manager came to report about earlier, oblivious to the several figures passing by on the nearby path.
The birthday feast of the master of the Qin Estate and the VIP list—were they thinking of adding Crown Prince Mo's name on to it?
Last night, was he the person Family Head Qin and that person with a somewhat familiar voice were conspiring against? How were they going to plot against him?
Would the crown prince really come?
He was busy with state affairs, so he probably wouldn't go so far as to come personally to give his felicitations for a mere Qin Estate, right?
