Qingyuo Pavilion
The pavilions and terraces were all uniquely exquisite.
From the winding paths, a figure hurriedly walked in.
Upon closer inspection, it was Zi Xia who rushed into the courtyard: "Miss, this maid has already arranged everything for Miss Zhang and her servant."
"Hmm, good."
Xuexue responded absentmindedly.
Her relationship with Miss Zhang was no more than a chance encounter. She felt no special connection with her. If it weren't for her rivalry with Prince Pu, she wouldn't have been so kind to shelter her. After living another life, she no longer had such benevolence—definitely not someone of charity.
Zi Xia raised her eyes to glance at Xuexue and added, "Miss, considering the rules of the General's Mansion, I privately changed Miss Zhang's name."
"Whatever, such trifling matters need not be reported to me." After speaking, Xuexue appeared ready to head out.
"Miss, are you going out?"
"We've already lost enough Shichen. Let's go."
