C191 Pincushion

Inside the Jade Fragrance Pavilion, the fragrance of flowers permeated the air.

The pink and red petals were blown away by the wind into the Greenwood Pavilion.

A petal fell into the palm of Yi Xiaoqiao's hand. She picked it up and examined it. It was the real petal, the petal of a rose.

"Young master, mother Cui has thought of something