The housekeeper can see Ye Rui in the glass flower house on the right side of Leng Mansion every morning.
Having heard she enjoyed gardening, the master built this flower house for her, where she spent most of her time. Her meticulous care left the flowers brimming with life day after day. When they bloomed, opening the window would bring in the delicate fragrance of the flowers.
The butler knocked on the door of the flower house: "Madam, breakfast is ready."
Ye Rui lifted her head from among the fiery-red peonies, her pale skin, gently arched eyebrows, and petite cherry lips forming a smile. When she smiled, two faint dimples appeared on her cheeks, which didn't pale beside the lavish beauty of the peonies. On the contrary, they added a touch of liveliness and charm.
"Housekeeper, please take these to the kitchen," said Ye Rui, picking up a small bamboo basket. The freshly picked rose petals still gleamed with a moist luster, "I'll use them to make flower cake later."
