Madam Zhou and Wu Lihong had a quarrel, making her illness worse. Her figure became alarmingly thin, worrying those attending to her, who exerted all their efforts to tend to her. The plan to return to Huayang was postponed.
"Madam, the young lady has sent a letter." Qiu Xiang came over cheerfully with a letter in hand.
Madam Zhou struggled to get up from her bed, a faint smile forming on her sallow face. "Really, let me have a look."
Qiu Xiang hurriedly placed a cushion behind her lower back and said with a smile, "Madam, you are still ill. Let me read it for you."
Madam Zhou nodded.
Qiu Xiang unfolded the letter and began to read. The letter described Wufu's experiences and observations along the journey, as well as what she saw and heard in Changan. It was essentially a letter assuring peace and safety.
"As long as everything is well, that's good." Madam Zhou finally felt at ease.
