Near the Hexagonal Plum Pavilion lay a vast plum grove.
Red plum blossoms, having endured a baptism of white snow, proudly bloomed in the wintry chill. On the winding branches, clusters of red plums hung, each cradling a layer of snow as white as jade. The plum blossoms formed a continuous stretch, appearing exceptionally splendid against the backdrop of the setting sun. And those bits of white snow, sprinkled upon the expanse of petals, added a touch of graceful charm.
Xia Ruqing, wearing sheepskin boots, crunched through the snow, chatting as she walked.
"I remember, that year, when we came to the Hexagonal Plum Pavilion to admire the flowers and drink tea, we were even chased out by Consort Yun!"
Zi Yue remembered as well and remarked, "At that time, Master was still an Honored Lady, right? We couldn't even afford a pair of boots. I was worried you'd get your shoes wet, so I found you a pair of clogs!"
