Although she had chosen the wedding date herself, now that the day was truly approaching, Chu Youning suddenly could not help feeling as though a lifetime had passed.
With just one day left until the wedding, that feeling left Chu Youning a little expectant, yet also uneasy in a way she could not explain.
In the end, she felt so out of sorts...
She simply stopped thinking about it, leaned over her desk, and dashed off several letters, asking Chun Tao to deliver them for her.
Not long afterward.
A group of women gathered in the Warm Spring Pavilion next door to the Cloud Fragrance House.
Of all the properties in the pile of deeds Little Wukong had given Chu Youning, the Warm Spring Pavilion had been the only business in trouble and on the verge of closing.
Two years ago, Chu Youning had decided to pit the Warm Spring Pavilion against the Cloud Fragrance House.
The Cloud Fragrance House was full of beauties who sold their talents, not their bodies, while the Spring Warm Pavilion offered handsome young men who likewise sold their talents, not their bodies.
By now, the Spring Warm Pavilion had become one of the Capital's most celebrated pleasure spots.
When Jiang Wanrong saw the young men of all different styles enter their private room, her eyes went as wide as saucers.
"N-Ningning, you're getting married tomorrow. Is it... a little inappropriate for me and your third sister-in-law to be here too?"
Beside her, Lin Qingrao nodded emphatically. "N-Ningning, if your Third Brother finds out, I... I..."
Lin Qingrao was too embarrassed to finish.
Chu Lange, on the other hand, was terribly excited. She put an arm around Jiang Wanrong's neck and the other around Lin Qingrao's, then spoke with perfect composure:
"My dear sisters, what