Nanny Fang gave a grunt, "The flower room, it is, it's kept open when the weather is good, and the fragrance of flowers permeates the whole courtyard. The snowfall yesterday sparked fears that the flowers might freeze, that's why we locked the door."
Gu Jiao said lightly, "Let me check the flower room."
Nanny Fang hesitated a bit.
"What's wrong?" Gu Jiao asked.
Nanny Fang uneasily explained, "The flower room belongs to the old madam. It is not open to just anyone. It might be better if we wait for the second young lady to come and take you in."
Before she finished speaking, Gu Jiao had already vaulted over the wall.
Nanny Fang: "..."
Songhe Court.
Old Madam Gu was reclining on her daybed, sighing occasionally.
Her mood had been poor recently, primarily due to the detention of her precious grandson in the ancestral hall.
Given the freezing cold and the heavy snowfall last night, the ancestral hall had turned into an icy den.