The freshly cut pomegranate flowers, vibrant and fiery red, approximately eleven or twelve of them, were arranged in a vase. Qu Yingrong was sitting beside the round table, delicately trimming the excess branches and leaves with golden scissors.
"Please, have a seat," Qu Yingrong said, her face adorned with a gentle smile, radiating warmth.
Liu Shimei didn't hesitate and sat down. She asked, "These pomegranate flowers are truly beautiful. Wouldn't it be better to leave them on the tree to bear fruit?"
"The Crown Prince personally cut them for me," Qu Yingrong glanced at her and smiled. "Although I love pomegranates, having them bear fruit doesn't help! Most likely, even before they could be brought to my palace, King Dun Yu has already plucked them!"
Liu Shimei felt a pang of surprise.