Icicles hung from the eaves of the Lu Mansion’s storehouse, and the white mist from Lu Jingyuan’s breath dissipated rapidly in the cold air. He stared at the Hetian jade bracelet on the shelf, his fingertips brushing over the twin lotus pattern carved into the jade. He suddenly thought of the warm jade bracelet on Jiang Wan’s wrist—his mother’s heirloom, which would finally have a new owner.
"Heir Lu, this is a glass cup gifted by the Western Regions," the steward said, standing behind him while holding a brocade box. "The Old Madame said it would be perfect for Miss Jiang’s embroidery room."
Lu Jingyuan shook his head, his gaze falling upon a sandalwood box in the corner. "Open it and let me see."
Chapter 225