Wufu was anxiously waiting for Nanny Shui to fall ill, but Nanny Shui, after listening to her words, was utterly shaken, and coupled with her old age, fell ill under the dual blows of fear and pressure, lying on the bed.
As such, it was not appropriate to pursue the matter further, to avoid worsening her condition, which would be a wrongdoing.
Deep autumn flew by, and as the Beiyan Capital quickly transitioned into winter, even though it was only early November, the weather suddenly turned cold, and everyone changed into padded jackets.
"I don't know if it's cold over in Quanzhou, and whether Xiao Changsheng is accustomed to it?" Wufu said to Purple Jade while grooming.
Today is the Emperor's Longevity Festival, not extravagantly held, yet due to His Majesty, an Imperial Banquet was organized as a celebration. As the Princess Consort, Wufu naturally had to wear formal attire.
