"Ah, yes." The young maid nervously brought over the cloak and draped it over Princess Xinyang.
Princess Xinyang stood up, walked with her swollen legs and feet out of the room, and came to the corridor.
The snow in the courtyard was swept clean, the ground covered with non-slip straw mats.
The young maid held an umbrella for her.
"Let’s go to the flower room." Princess Xinyang said.
"Yes." The young maid agreed, carefully supporting her.
The master and servant went to the flower room.
This mansion was originally quite large, and Princess Xinyang, who loved growing flowers, used half of the mansion as a flower room.
The flower room was heated with charcoal, making it warm.
The young maid understood that her princess was not there to admire the flowers, but to see if the old clothes from before were dry.
The two had just arrived at the entrance of the flower room when they heard a whispering conversation inside.
"What do you think the princess is thinking? Taking out those old clothes from so many years ago and having us wash and dry them?"
"Lower your voice, don’t let anyone hear."
"Let them hear then. Do you think I’m the only one saying this? Everyone is talking about it in private!"
"Talking about what?"
"The princess... actually has two sons!"
"What?"
"Half of these children’s clothes belong to the young marquis, and the other half to another young master. Unfortunately, that child wasn’t lucky. He died prematurely, born before term! You say, washing the young marquis’s clothes is fine, but why wash that child’s clothes? Washing the dead’s clothes during Lunar New Year, how unlucky!"
The news of Zhaodu’s young marquis returning alive had already spread in Capital City.
As for Xiao Qing’s identity, although it hadn’t yet reached outside, the servants behind closed doors had more or less heard some of it while she and Yujin were sorting out clothes.
The young maid dared not breathe; she turned to look at Princess Xinyang, and sure enough, the princess’s face was icy cold.
Those two maids might have felt the cold gaze from behind, turning back in shock to see Princess Xinyang, and both were so frightened they fell to their knees!
Princess Xinyang strode over.
The young maid was terrified: "Princess! Slow down!"
Princess Xinyang stood before the two, shouting sternly: "Get up! You’ve dirtied my son’s clothes!"
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