The eighth day of the ninth month, Guangde 14th Year, Cold Dew.
Having just finished breakfast, Ruan Rong led the sisters to the Laundry Room, weaving through rows of clotheslines.
When they reached several fur garments, Ruan Rong stopped and felt one with her hand. She then shook her head. "Qian Xiang Country is not nearly this cold. It is terribly damp instead, so there is no need to bring such airless Woolen Coats."
Qingwen had only just recorded this when Ruan Rong changed her mind again. Hesitantly, she said, "Never mind, it would be best to bring two, just in case—but I wonder whether taking so much luggage will be inconvenient on the road."
"You worry too much, Sister."
Ping Er spoke up from behind her. "Master is going as the marriage envoy this time. There will be no fewer than dozens of female attendants traveling with him alone. Even if our household travels light, surely we will not have them cover a thousand li by day and eight hundred by night?"
At the end of last month, after serving out Wang Xifeng's confinement and fulfilling the duties between mistress and servant, Ping Er had formally transferred to the Sun household.
Having inherited Xiang Ling's three western wing rooms, she and Ruan Rong took turns managing the household in the same courtyard. As a result, she seemed even more familiar and harmonious with Ruan Rong than Xing Xiuyan, who had married in half a month earlier.
Hearing this, Ruan Rong immediately felt relieved. Looking around and seeing You Erjie, Xiang Ling, Xing Xiuyan, and Ping Er all gathered nearby, she waved her sleeve. "All right, Sisters, do not all stand watch over me. Let each of us do what she wishes. Once you have made your selections, we can