East of Jingzhao City, there is a place subtly elevated, overseeing a stream, named Longhua.
The temple stands amidst flowing currents, with mist and clouds gathered on both banks.
Longhua Temple thrives with incense offerings, visitors arriving in an endless stream, with carts, people, and horses lined up in succession.
At the foot of the mountain, the carriage stopped, and Ye Zhi, with agile movements, was the first to jump down. She reached out her hand to slowly assist Sister Lu He, afraid she might fall, attending to her as if she were an elderly person.
Lu He lifted the curtain, held onto the carriage frame, and stepped onto the Plum Blossom Stool to alight, placing her other hand on the young girl's small arm, helplessly saying, "Ah Zhi, don't treat me like an elderly person. Being pregnant is almost the same as usual. You don't know; in some poorer families, pregnant women still have to do a lot of work. I'm not that delicate."
