The next day, MuLan rose early to practice martial arts.
After practicing for half an hour, she bathed and changed clothes.
"Xiao Bing, have you seen my blue cloth skirt?" MuLan asked.
MuLan did not wear only silk and satin. Sometimes she wore cloth skirts as well. As the eldest daughter of the Earl's Manor, she had to symbolically take part in the spring plowing and autumn harvest every year, and cloth skirts were suitable for such occasions.
"No." Xiao Bing said, "I put it away after washing it some days ago. Is it missing?"
"Yes." MuLan said. "How strange. It was clearly in the wardrobe, yet now it's gone."
Then MuLan's exquisitely beautiful face suddenly reddened, and she secretly spat in embarrassment.
"Miss, shall I ask around the courtyard and look everywhere?" Xiao Bing said.
"Don't look for it." MuLan hurriedly said. "Perhaps I casually left it in the military camp."
After breakfast that morning, Young Master Shen came before MuLan and said gently and sincerely, "Wife, you've been rushing about outside for two days and two nights straight. You must be exhausted, right?"
"Mm." MuLan replied.
Then she hesitated slightly, wondering whether she should say certain things.
For instance: Husband, where is my skirt? Have you seen it?
But she found herself unable to say a single word. After all, not everyone had skin as impervious to blades and spears as her husband.
So, she chose to continue reading.
"Wife, is your lower back sore? Does your neck hurt? Your husband is beside himself with worry. How about I give you a massage to loosen your muscles and bones?" Young Master Shen said.
"Husband knows how to do that too?" MuLan asked.
"Of course. Your husband knows all sorts of things." Young Master Shen said.
"Then I'll