What are the little babies doing on the roof? They're looking down, of course!

What are they looking at?

Actually, even babies don't really understand.

To be precise, it's unclear whether the baby with the long tone is the same as the baby with the lily.

Wenlian turned her head and asked the little boy who had brought them here, whose sweet little voice whispered, "Niannian, what are we doing here?"

The little baby lay on the eaves, not looking down at the wet nurse and palace maids, but pointing to the other side with his little finger, and answering in a childish voice, "There are some very strange palace maids here!"

Upon hearing this, Changyin and Wenlian immediately curiously leaned over and peered out from the eaves.

There were indeed a few palace maids here, in twos and threes, doing things in the courtyard—it was all perfectly normal.

Sweeping and cleaning the courtyard, occasionally exchanging a few words, it was nothing more than what flower this master got today, or what ornament that master broke yesterday, not that they were secretly talking badly about that person.

Changyin and Wenlian watched for a while, still puzzled, and both tilted their heads to look at it.

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