Yun Rui shook his head, "Mother, I'm not cold."
"Hmm, if you feel cold, don't endure it, make sure to tell me, and I'll have someone bring you more thick clothes."
"Okay, thank you, Mother."
"Hehe."
Lady Yun smiled gently and reached out to touch his head with the plush hat.
They passed through the corridor, walked through the garden and rockery, and crossed a winding arc bridge. After a while, they finally saw the gate of the other courtyard.
Before they got close, a sharp voice came from afar.
Lady Yun paused slightly, her brow furrowed, then she sped up her pace with Yun Rui.
Entering the gate of the courtyard, they saw Shang Rong grappling with Zhenzhen's clothes, making a scene, while Yun Chuchu was sobbing as she comforted her.
Lu Wu stood aside with a gloomy face, looking at Shang Rong with eyes cold to the extreme.
"I just want to tear off her clothes, such an ugly servant isn't worthy of wearing such beautiful clothes."
