Outside, the snow was heavy and the wind was light, and Ran Yun excitedly frolicked around the snowy field like a little bird flapping about for several laps.
Ran Yan also wore a smile on her face. Her uncharacteristically gentle demeanor left the ladies who had just disembarked from their carriages momentarily stunned.
Thwack! A snowball hit Han Xun, who was lost in a daze, right on her leg, and promptly thereafter, the other ladies also fell victim.
"Ran Yun! You ambushed me!" Han Xun, feeling irked, began to squat down and form snowballs while indignantly accusing.
Ran Yun proclaimed triumphantly, "It's your own fault for spacing out! All's fair in war—this is what we call a 'beauty trap'!"
As she spoke, her hands didn't slow down in the slightest; Sanbao by her side had already formed a dozen snowballs for her, and without further words, a group of ladies unleashed a ferocious attack.
