Feng Ruqing glanced at the sky with a dazzling smile on her face and then stretched her body lazily.
"Nan Xian, let's go."
Nan Xian's face was still cold and nonchalant. Before he left, his indifferent gaze swept past the Spectral Flowers.
No one noticed that as Nan Xian's gaze fell on the Spectral Flowers, the flowers quivered in the wind like a bunch of trembling cabbages.
***
The next day.
Chen Qingyan's face was wrapped up in a few layers of bandage making her look like a big, fat bun. Even so, one could easily see that her face was red and swollen.
"Lady Qingyan! Oh, what a calamity!" A servant rushed through the door, panting.
"Just now, the second manor master and Lady Suyi led a group of people to the old master's chamber to uproot all the flowers and trees."
