The breath of spring quietly descended, with an almost imperceptible warmth in the breeze, as if nature were whispering softly.
Inside the Zhao Mansion, Zhao Qiao'er was dressed in luxurious attire, her head adorned with ornaments, as if she had put on all the family's valuable jewelry, seemingly to show off when visiting her maternal home.
She walked with light steps through the long-missed gates of her maternal home. Her face was brimming with an irrepressible joy, yet her eyes glinted with a trace of malice.
"Mother, I'm back."
Zhao Qiao'er arrived at the elderly lady's room to greet her, bowing gently with an effort to appear choked with emotion.
The elderly lady exchanged a glance with Zhao Zun, who was sitting beside her, and said indifferently, "Qiao'er, you're back. Your mother said you're here to see us off, and both your brother and I are quite saddened."
