Southern Border, An Nan Royal Mansion.
Though it was the Lantern Festival, ever since Qin Qingluo inherited the title, the royal mansion had maintained a frugal facade, rarely engaging in extravagance. Following the usual practice, firecrackers were hung, lanterns were lit amidst the white walls and green tiles, the servants were given year-end bonuses and a half-day holiday, and thus, the liveliest season of the year passed quietly.
The sound of firecrackers from the city drifted into the mansion, the accompanying smoke veiling the distant sky with a faint haze, blending the heavens with the clouds. In the warm room, a little girl shivered in fear, babbling and crying incoherently.
Qin Qingluo pushed the door open, bending low as she entered, her expression impatient.
In a blink, the royal daughter was already over six months old, her forehead round and broad, cheeks plump, and eyes noticeably large, closely aligning with the descriptions of wealth and prosperity found in books.
