Just as they were whispering to each other, a delicate shout came from ahead. "Sister Zeng, the butterfly is flying away!"
"I'll do it, I'll do it." Miss Zeng, who was dressed in a bright red robe, jogged over with swaying footsteps. The ball fan in her hand slapped the colorful butterflies dancing in the air. Her figure was graceful.
"Miss Zeng, be careful not to bump into anyone," another girl in a pink dress reminded her as they chased after her.
Miss Zeng looked at Gu Yanfei, Wei Jiaoniang, and the others. She covered her mouth with her hand and smiled gently.
"Eh? Isn't this Second Lady Gu? It's been a while."
Miss Zeng pinched the round fan embroidered with butterflies in her hand. The mottled handle of the bamboo fan made her fingers look fair and slender.
She was smiling, but there was no humor in her dark brown eyes. They were even hostile.
