The sun hung high in the sky, and the wind blew warmly onto faces, making people who had endured almost an entire winter feel an unparalleled comfort in their limbs and bodies.
Lian Manman stretched out her arms and legs outside the house. After the Qingming festival had passed, Lady Zhang finally agreed to let her shed the thick cotton pants and jacket for lighter quilted garments. The sudden alleviation in weight made Lian Manman feel more agile and strong in her limbs.
Lady Zhou walked out of the Upper Room carrying a ladle of rice bran, intending to go to the chicken coop to feed the chickens. As soon as she lifted her eyes, she saw Lian Manman's smiling and hopping figure, which immediately felt like a thorn in her eye.
Lian Manman also saw Lady Zhou, and with one look at her sullen face, she chuckled to herself. Not waiting for Lady Zhou to speak, she agilely retreated to the West Wing Room.