"Thank you, Miss." Fang Momo was a person who greatly valued discipline, but she really couldn't hold on any longer. She sat down on the stone bench next to Gu Jiao and said, "The flowers in the flower room were planted by the gardeners of the residence. Whatever flower the old lady likes, the gardeners would plant. Usually... there are mostly peonies, with some Chinese Peonies, Orchids, and Water Lilies. There are also other flowers, like West Residence Begonias, but I don't often go to the flower room. This information is all from the servants in the residence."
After a pause, as if recalling something, Fang Momo added, "However, Madam Ling is also good at planting flowers, even better than the gardeners. The old lady mostly leaves her to take care of these tasks now."
Gu Jiao peered into the distance: "I see, where is she now?"
Fang Momo sensed something and asked, "Miss... why are you suddenly asking about this? Is there something wrong with the flower room?"