Bai Qingqing slowly widened her eyes. After a long pause, she suddenly reached out and pinched Bai Yaoyao's soft, tender cheek. It was warm and soft.

  "Ouch, ouch, ouch..."

  Bai Yaoyao covered her face, looking at her in disbelief, her lotus-flower hairpin swaying with her aggrieved expression. "Sis, why are you pinching me? If you really don't want to attend the social event, you don't have to go."

  "Yaoyao... Yaoyao!"

  Bai Qingqing rushed over and hugged her tightly. It was really Yaoyao! The fragrance on her little sister was the one Bai Qingqing personally made, there was no mistake!

  "Is everything alright at home? No one's in trouble? Did he really help the Bai family?"

  "Sis, what are you talking about? What's wrong at home? Who is he? Who helped the Bai family?"

  Bai Qingqing, hearing her words, loosened her grip, and when she lowered her gaze, she suddenly froze. Her fingers were clean, delicate, and soft, but after her marriage, in an attempt to warm Fu Yiyi’s heart, she had personally made him soup and accidentally injured herself. That scar, for some reason, never faded and had once made her reluctant to stretch her hand out.

  What’s going on?

  Bai Yaoyao saw her in a daze and thought she was still groggy from sleep. "Sis, today at the flower-viewing banquet, they say many young talents are attending. Aren’t you curious to go see? Even if you're not looking at the people, the plum blossoms are in full bloom and the garden at the Prince’s residence is one of the best in Xuancheng."

  Bai Qingqing suddenly shuddered. She didn't even have time to put on her shoes before she rushed to the window. The early spring wind blew in, chilly and biting, making her shiver, but her lips couldn’t help but curl up into a smile.

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  The flower-viewing banquet, had she returned to the place where she first met Fu Yiyi?

  "Sis, what are you doing? You'll catch a cold!"

  Bai Yaoyao hurried to bring her shoes, and as she stood up, she was hugged tightly by Bai Qingqing. "Sis?"

  Bai Qingqing blinked away the tears in her eyes. "Yaoyao, I'm happy. I won’t be foolish anymore. I swear, I won’t."

  In her past life, Bai Qingqing had also taken a brief nap in the warm pavilion of the Prince’s residence. When she woke up, feeling disinterested in the social event, she went alone to a quiet part of the plum garden to admire the flowers, and that’s when she met Fu Yiyi, falling in love at first sight.

  That was the beginning of everything going wrong, but now, it wasn’t too late!

  After changing her clothes, Bai Qingqing left the warm pavilion with Bai Yaoyao. This time, she didn’t separate from her sister but held her hand, walking towards the crowd. She didn’t want any more interactions with Fu Yiyi.

  "Sis, I heard that the Princess held this banquet for her son’s matchmaking, but I’m not sure if that’s true."

  "That’s a lie."

  Bai Yaoyao blinked. "How do you know, sis?"

  Bai Qingqing didn’t answer. Mentioning Fu Yiyi still made her heart tremble, but of course, she knew. The Princess’s ideal daughter-in-law was none other than Fu Yiyi’s childhood sweetheart, his distant cousin. After Bai Qingqing married, the Princess had repeatedly expressed her regret in front of her. How could she be matchmaking for another woman?

  "The garden’s scenery is indeed lovely, but we also have a few plum trees at home, and they’re well-tended, so I don’t think there’s anything spectacular here. If we get tired later, we can head back early, how about that?"

  Bai Yaoyao naturally listened to her but tugged at her sleeve gently, lowering her voice. "Sis, don’t just look at the plum blossoms. There are many handsome young men stealing glances at you. Aren’t they better-looking than the flowers?"

  Her little sister's familiar teasing made Bai Qingqing chuckle. In her past life, she was infatuated with Fu Yiyi, and Yaoyao would often advise her not to fall too deeply in love. There were countless good men in the world; why hang herself on just one tree? Yaoyao had even complained to her, wondering why she couldn’t have the gentleness of Zhang’s son and the elegance of Li’s son at the same time. It was so difficult.

  At that time, she thought Yaoyao was speaking nonsense. But now, she found it rather good; let the fool be her alone.