The purple jade orchid has six or seven flowers in full bloom, and the beautiful purple petals are faintly green. The light rain falls on them, just like the graceful flow of amber. Fenglian saw that the young lady was in a daze again, and was afraid that she would catch a cold, so she hurried back to the room to get the young lady's cloak. At this time, Nanfeng was watching in a trance, and the nanny came in and reported: "Young lady, the master sent someone to invite you back home."
"Going back home?" This sudden voice disturbed Nanfeng's interest in flower appreciation. She was slightly displeased and asked a question that she would never ask at ordinary times: "What's the matter?" The nurse smiled and lowered her hands and answered: "Maybe the girl is going to be very happy. No wonder these rare flowers are blooming. It is said that Empress Yang will hold a big banquet in the palace tomorrow and invite all the young ladies from official families to come and see and choose a concubine for the prince!" "The prince is choosing a concubine." Nanfeng frowned even more. The palace was the place she hated to go to the most. She was most afraid of the palace makeup, rouge, pearls and jade, three bows and nine kowtows, and complicated formalities. However, she was the eldest daughter of the prime minister and a legitimate daughter. There were thirty volumes of books, and her name was in every volume.
Fenglian had brought a cloak earlier and stood by obediently. She was not in a hurry to put it on Nanfeng, because she knew that if she stood up immediately, the young lady would have to change her clothes again.