Ming Mo called Steward Xu from the manor and brought over some sturdy servants to carry Sun Xian and the others back to the wing room.
Gu Chengyu smelled the fragrance of plum blossoms in the plum grove, looking up at the snowflakes dancing in the sky.
He had just drunk wine, and his somewhat muddled forehead was instantly cleared by the cold wind.
Scented with the subtle aroma, he suddenly became interested. Draping on the crane robe, he picked up the oil paper umbrella standing by the pavilion, ready to fully appreciate the beauty in the snow.
"Young Master, let's go back! Although the snow is lighter than before, it is still falling! It's too cold, be careful not to catch a cold."
Ming Mo saw Gu Chengyu picking up the oil paper umbrella and quickly stepped forward to take it, holding it up for Gu Chengyu while trying to persuade him.
