The rain poured down.
The Vermilion Bird Avenue was shrouded in a mist of rain.
Princess Xinyang sat in front of the window, quietly watching the heavy rain in the courtyard.
She was dressed in her nightgown, as if she had just climbed out of bed.
Yujin came out of the Flower Room, folded her umbrella, shook off the raindrops, handed it to a maid beside her, then she turned around to enter the room and said to Princess Xinyang, "That peony survived, but it can't go on like this. A few more rains like this and not even the great immortals could save it."
Princess Xinyang didn't say anything, just silently enjoyed the rain.
"The rain is blowing in." Yujin walked over, removed the stick that was propping up the windowsill, lowered the window, and said, "After this rain, it should start to cool down, which is just in time for the Mid-Autumn Festival."
With no more heavy rain to watch, Princess Xinyang dropped her gaze but remained silent.