"Heir's wife, the Miss is here."
The next day, Lin Zhi lay listlessly on the soft couch. The spring sunlight was just right, and several maids were happily serving her. Many of the fruits and melons on the table had been brought back by Chu Jing from his recent trip down south. Chun Lan and the others were discussing making spring clothes out of the cloud brocade that the Princely Heir had sent over today. It was now April, and the weather was gradually warming up.
