Kapitel 73: Chapter 62 Osmanthus

Lan Yuqing had come up the secluded and winding mountain road for the osmanthus forest, though she would not admit it.

Zhongnan Mountain was fertile and had a humid climate. The osmanthus trees blossomed very early, and their fragrance was rich and deeply aromatic.

Each year during the rainy season in July, when rain fell in abundance and osmanthus blossomed, the delicate ladies of Luojing would carry baskets to the suburbs to pick osmanthus flowers and make flower honey, their slender hands kneading the mixture into pastries.

Whose son of Zhongnan did not love these delicacies?

Lan Yuqing passed through the floral woods, bathing in the elegant fragrance, and continued up the mountain without glancing aside. Upon reaching the vermilion gate, she stopped, looked back at the dense green forest behind her, then took out a key and opened the side door she had not visited for a year.