Little Jiajia did not know that the fabric she had given away had caused so much trouble in the Yuan family. She did not think much of it when she was in Great Xia. The closer she got to home, the more she missed her parents. If not for the fact that she did not have wings, she would have flown back.
In the Lord Jing'an's residence, the servants were hanging red lanterns everywhere and pasting window flowers and couplets.
It should have been a festive and lively scene, but everyone was listless.
It was New Year's Eve tomorrow, but their princess had yet to return.
In the past, the princess would have led them to paste the couplets she wrote. To be honest, it did not look good.
However, everyone liked it. Even the Longevity Palace asked for one or two sets every year.
After pasting the couplets, the princess would also take out the prizes from her private stash and lead everyone to play cuju, pitch-pot, money, and archery in the courtyard.
