Jiang Ying was at a loss, she hurriedly followed behind Bai Zhi'er.
On their way out of the palace by carriage, Bai Zhi'er seemed a bit annoyed.
She should have calculated Jiang Mian's birth dates earlier!
Jiang Ying spoke comforting words, more like self-assurance, her tightly clasped palms trembling severely.
"Mianmian should be fine, when I left, cousin was already with her, preparing to see the plum blossoms."
"They also brought two house servants, surely they will be fine..."
Bai Zhi'er's expression was grave, her lips pressed tightly without speaking.
She rarely had such an expression, Jiang Ying could tell, which made her even more worried and frightened.
As the carriage arrived at the gates of the Jiang Mansion, Jiang Ying almost leapt out of the carriage.
"Father, Mother! Are Mianmian and cousin back yet?" Jiang Ying hurried into the front hall to inquire.
