"My Lady, perhaps we should go back."
"It's so cold out here. How can you bear it, My Lady?"
After hearing that their lady wanted to go to the Imperial Garden, Jiang Xian's two personal Chief Palace Maids tried their best to dissuade her. In the end, their lady just nodded. "Why don't you two head back first? I can handle it. I'm afraid you two can't." As she spoke, she took one of their hands in each of hers, her temperature control halo active.
Zhenqiu noticed that her mistress's hands, as fine and smooth as mutton-fat jade, were faintly radiating warmth.
