Now that the moment had truly arrived, even with all her mental preparation, she inevitably found herself in a frantic rush.
Jin Qianqian wolfed down a few quick bites of her meal before leading several maids to the storeroom to start rummaging through their things.
It was already the dead of winter, and much of the road ahead would likely be covered in snow. That meant they needed to pack more changes of clothing, and thicker ones at that.
Then there were the boots. Neither Ancient Wen Heng nor his entourage could afford to let their feet get frostbitten. From combat boots to deerskin boots, Jin Qianqian drew up several designs, and soon everyone in the estate who could handle a needle was busy.
