A breeze occasionally swept across the lakeside. Yu Zhizhi walked briskly among the grass and flowers, showing no signs of fatigue. Her maid trotted breathlessly behind her, complaining incessantly, "Miss, please wait for your servant! Some of the grass leaves here have thorns, so be careful not to tear your skirt."
"Shut up! A tear is just right, or else how would this young lady find an excuse to strike up a conversation with the Jing family's young master?"
With that, Yu Zhizhi purposely let her skirt brush against the branches and leaves, and immediately the sound of fabric ripping could be heard.
Chapter 185