The eighth year of Yuanhe, early February.
The snow had just melted away in Shengjing City, and the buds had yet to sprout from the branches.
Everything seemed barren.
In the Grand Scholar Mansion, servants were busy sweeping away snow and lighting lamps.
In the elegant and delicate courtyard, under the veranda sat a young girl dressed in scarlet.
A white fox fur cloak wrapped her tightly, revealing a very charming face.
Beside her, the maids attended to her, wanting to place a charcoal stove near her feet.
But she refused.
"I've worn enough, I don't like the smell of charcoal, take it away," she said.
Zhuimeng was a bit troubled, if the young lady caught a cold, it would be a problem.
In a month, she'll be entering the palace for the selection. With her beauty and family background, she's sure to be chosen.
If she fell ill now, how would she face blame from the master and mistress?
She decided to try and persuade her with a few words.
