Yunuo's voice carried a hint of stubbornness and annoyance, which strangely sounded more pleasing to Mu Lianhui's ears.
Her fair fingers lifted the teacup from the table, the jade bracelet on her wrist gently tapping against the surface. Mu Lianhui took a sip of the hot tea, the steam blurring her gaze, her lips curling slightly. After a while, she said, "If it were me, I would be angry too."
Du Yunluo lowered her eyelids, speaking softly, "Really? I heard that Lady has been guided by the Imperial Consort to chant scriptures all year round, her temperament as gentle as water."
"Is that how people talk about me?" Mu Lianhui giggled, "Yunluo, even if I'm like water, throw a stone in, there will still be ripples. I get angry when it's time to be angry."
Du Yunluo winked at Mu Lianhui, smiling with curled lips.
Mu Lianhui slowly stood up, tidying her garments, and said with a smile, "We're all here to admire the plums, why not take a stroll in the woods?"
