Zhu Lingshan's heart was in turmoil. Moreover, Lin Yuan had yet to return. She buried her head in the new clothes, unable to stop the tears from flowing.
After a moment, Zhu Lingshan managed to stop her tears.
"Prepare the carriage; we are going there now." Constraining her sorrow, Zhu Lingshan spoke calmly.
"Miss, the son-in-law was instructed by the envoy that no one is allowed to approach," Xiaoyun replied in a low voice, having found some relief after crying.
At this moment, Zhu Lingshan closed her eyes to ponder for a moment, then picked up the new clothes again.
She began sewing stitch by stitch once more.
The surrounding noise seemed to quiet down entirely, leaving only the sound of the needle and thread passing through the fabric.
Xiaoyun, eyes reddened, stared blankly at everything.
"Miss, are we just going to do nothing?" After a long while, Xiaoyun grew anxious, seeing Zhu Lingshan still sewing, and couldn't help but speak up.
