Ever since Chen Mingzhu heard the Lady of the Marquis Mingyi's words that day, she began keeping an eye on all the flower shops of Jinghua, big and small, and also had people inquire about the famous Gardeners.
But unfortunately, the result she got was all the same: in this season, there was simply no way to grow Peonies.
Today she was at the Marquis's Mansion, and when she heard that the Flower King Pavilion had suddenly opened its doors, her heart stirred and she had a carriage prepared to come here.
Quite a few people around recognized who she was, and some even frowned and quietly retreated a few steps.
The domineering reputation of the eldest young lady of the Marquis Mingyi's Mansion had already spread throughout the Capital City.
Yet when Chen Mingzhu saw this scene, not only did she feel no anger, she even felt a bit pleased with herself.
In her eyes, these people behaved this way only because they feared the might of the Marquis Mingyi's Mansion.
