Ouyang Zhenzhu gave her a mysterious look. "You'll see in a bit."
Zhi Wan nodded and didn't press further.
"What did the Commandery Princess say to you just now?" Lu Jinglan, who had fallen a few steps behind, hadn't overheard the conversation between Xuanyuan Jing and Zhi Wan. Seeing Xuanyuan Jing go inside, she now stepped forward to ask.
"Nothing much." Zhi Wan shook her head.
The guests who had come to celebrate Xuanyuan Jing's birthday today were all noble ladies from the Capital.
When Zhi Wan's group entered, the garden was already bustling with activity.
People were gathered in small groups.
Some were playing the zither and composing poetry, while others were playing chess.
Everyone was chatting and laughing, and the atmosphere was harmonious.
After greeting the young ladies they knew one by one, Zhi Wan, Ouyang Zhenzhu, and the others began to stroll through the garden.
