"Hmph, truly unlucky."
Du Changzai whispered, and Ming Changzai stood nearby, naturally hearing it.
But her expression showed no fluctuation, still bearing a faint smile.
In an instant, Consort Ye's eyes deepened.
So she smiled and responded.
"Have you been to the garden in front?"
"Not yet."
"I heard they've planted a large grove of Golden Osmanthus Trees, and though it's not August yet, some flowers have already bloomed. I love the fragrance of Golden Osmanthus, so I invited Du Changzai to accompany me. If Ming Changzai is free, you could join us."
Upon hearing this, Du Changzai became displeased.
She grabbed Consort Ye's hand, about to say something, when Consort Ye gently patted her hand.
She frowned and shook her head.
This comforted Du Changzai.
She stood aside, pouting silently.
Ming Changzai had no intention of entangling with them, but seeing Du Changzai's awkward demeanor at that moment,
she gladly agreed.
