She wasn't familiar with Song Qingying, so why bother bringing flowers in person? She could have just sent a maid instead.
Since Song Qingying came personally, there must be another matter to discuss.
So, Bai Zhi'er nodded, "Thank you for your kindness, Miss Song, please come in."
Song Qingying then entered the room with her maid.
Compared to Song Qingrui's domineering nature, she seemed like she was born to another mother, gentle and lovely.
"Miss Jing should not be from Great Qin, right? Little did she know that now in autumn, the Purple Flower is blooming beautifully."
"Its scent is fresh and pleasant, and can also invigorate the mind. We all like to place them on the windowsill to let the scent waft in the breeze."
Song Qingying helped arrange the flowers in the vase, talking and smiling as she worked.
Bai Zhi'er stood watching beside her, her fair face composed.
She made a sound of agreement, guiding Song Qingying to continue speaking.
