Who would have thought, after traveling through time, I'd be adorned with gold jewelry, dressed in fine clothes, and enjoying exquisite food—not to mention eating Tianshan Snow Lotus and wild ginseng whenever I wanted (haha, it's too nourishing, I'm having a nosebleed). At this moment, Susu no longer blames the heavens. Bystanders are just bystanders; if she were really the heroine and entered the Prince Mansion, the grass on her grave would be quite high by now.
The last chest was filled with dried High Mountain Snow Chrysanthemum and Xinjiang Rose flowers, honey from Teks Mountain, a few jars of grape wine, and some lavender essential oil from Yili. Along with a small token of her return gift, Susu also wrote a letter to Hong Sheng that day. Naturally, there was nothing ambiguous in it; she simply told him to take care of himself and mentioned some of the customs and cultures of Xinjiang she read about in books.
