Feng Qingxue had no idea about the conversation her husband was having with Zheng Jinrui outside; she was busy looking around Chen Xueniang's new home.
It was very clean and tidy.
Chen Xueniang herself was a woman who lived a rather refined life and didn't neglect herself due to the scarcity of materials, "If it weren't for the turmoil outside, I would've already put some flower vases around the house. That would make it look much nicer."
"There'll be a day for that. I, too, love to place a few vases in the house and fill them with fresh flowers, feeling the whole space come alive," Feng Qingxue found she had much in common with Chen Xueniang, "The only time I ever arranged flowers at home was the year Xibao invited the French ambassador to China, Belna, for a visit, and we followed all the French dining etiquettes."
Speaking of Belna, Feng Qingxue wondered if she should pay him a visit.
But then again, she didn't even know if he was still in the Capital.