A few days later, taking advantage of the brief respite before the rice planting season, Lin Weiming carried his daughter into the city.

This time, we didn't use an oxcart. The village's fields were in dire need of oxen, and our own ox had been lent out for plowing and hadn't been returned yet.

Moreover, even if he drove an oxcart there, there was nowhere to put it.

We can't keep bothering Young Master Liu's family every time.

In early spring of early March, the cool breeze was still a bit chilly. Lin Wanyue was dragged out of bed by her father early in the morning, still half asleep.

Worried that she would catch a cold, Xuefu changed her into a newly made bright red embroidered jacket and draped a thick cloak over her, which was like a small pocket that wrapped Lin Wanyue in. She could then sleep comfortably while being carried by Lin Weiming.

Lin Wanyue slept all the way into the city, only waking up when she heard the noisy chatter of the surrounding vendors.

She had a fair and tender little face, and her hair was still a bit frizzy from just waking up. Her little braids were tied into two little pigtails with red string, which swayed back and forth by her ears, making her very cute.

For the past six months, she has been well-fed and raised at the Lin family's house, growing strong and fair-skinned with a rosy glow from just waking up. Her round, bright eyes are clean and clear, and her long eyelashes flutter. Just one glance is enough to soften one's heart and make one smile involuntarily.

Many people on the street saw the father and daughter. A few bolder women even smiled and stuffed things into Lin Wanyue's hands, saying to Lin Weiming, "Your daughter is so beautiful and cheerful! She's even prettier than the little girls in those New Year's picture dolls."