Xiao Qing nodded sincerely in agreement.
Lian Hua didn't feel sorry anymore, not in the least. She even thought about setting a fire, reminiscent of that time when His Majesty thought there was a fire and hurried over, but then she reconsidered.
No burning. It would make too much noise, and what if it drew His Majesty over again? Haha.
Walking past the pavilion, Lian Hua touched her chin, "Xiao Qing, what do you think about planting a circle of wax plum trees under this pavilion? When they bloom, we can set up a brazier in the pavilion. Outside, it will be snowing, while inside, we gather around to eat hotpot, slicing the mutton very thinly and swishing it in the bubbling soup before dipping it in the sauce to eat. Truly delicious!"
Xiao Qing swallowed her saliva, "My Lady, we could do that right now, couldn't we? What does it have to do with planting wax plum trees?"
