In mid-June, after two thunderstorms, it suddenly became hot.
In every house and courtyard, ice basins were placed, especially in Baijie Hall, where Madam Wu, being old, could not bear the heat.
The kitchen prepared some cold drinks and ice bowls, most of which were taken away by people sent by Mu Lianhui and Mu Yuanjing.
Jiang Yunuan, with her belly protruding, sighed regretfully to Du Yunluo, "I also want to eat, but I can't touch it. Being pregnant is just this tedious, can't eat this or use that. I don't even dare to put too many ice basins in my room."
Du Yunluo smiled without saying anything.
Today is June nineteenth, and Du Yunluo came to accompany Madam Wu to recite sutras. Jiang Yunuan also came but couldn't kneel for long, so she just bowed to the Bodhisattva to show her devotion.
Madam Wu lay on a cool couch, casually waving the fan in her hand: "Why did you come here then? My room is cool, and if your mother finds out, she'll blame me instead."
