The regret lingered in her heart; even after a few glasses of fruit wine, she couldn't suppress this emotion.
Du Yunluo was sullen. Du Yunying watched her, thinking that it was her words that had shaken Du Yunluo's thoughts, and couldn't help but smile.
After night fell, perhaps due to the fruit wine, Du Yunluo slept very deeply. When she opened her eyes at daybreak, she thought, she'd missed the Dragon Boat Festival, but when they go to Potuo Mountain in July for incense offering, she must not miss it again.
The imperial decree was already issued, and the marriage was set, but all the necessary formalities could not be omitted.
The next day, Mrs. Shi came with a bright smile, to collect Du Yunluo's birth date post.
Mrs. Zhen dismissed the people around her and asked, "Does the Princely Heir seem satisfied?"
Mrs. Shi looked at Mrs. Zhen up and down, covered her mouth with a smile, and said, "Why talk about this now, of all times?"
