The silver thread charcoal in the firepot placed in the corner burned intensely.
The windows of the Flower Hall were wide open. Princess An Ran stood by the window, feeling cold in front and hot behind, making her somewhat uncomfortable, yet she didn't move.
A figure in a dark purple snow jacket approached the Flower Hall, a hat trimmed with snow fox fur covering most of the small face. From a distance, Princess An Ran couldn't see the person's features clearly.
But she recognized the snow jacket. Among the girls who came today, only Du Yunluo was wearing dark purple.
Princess An Ran frowned. Why was Du Yunluo coming to see her?
If it was to dig up old grievances without regard for dignity, Princess An Ran was confident she feared no one. She let out a light snort, staring intently at the approaching person.
It was not until the figure came closer that Princess An Ran saw clearly—it wasn't Du Yunluo, but Yunuo.
