Seeing the girl's red cheeks from the cold, Chunhong changed a hand warmer and handed it to her, saying softly, "Girl, it's cold outside, why don't you close the window?"
Ye Wanshu shook her head absentmindedly: "Has Brother Tao sent any letter? When will he bring Chu Lin back?"
"It is said that the master's family members are unwilling to bury him in the Ye family cemetery, and there has been some dispute. Master Tao has already made arrangements." Chunhong replied, "Manager Feng has sent a message and will definitely return before the young lady's wedding."
"Wedding?"
Ye Wanshu felt even emptier after hearing this.
The emperor asked the Ministry of Rites to set the wedding date for the twelfth day of the twelfth lunar month. Now it is less than half a month away, and she suddenly feels a little afraid that she will repeat the mistakes of her previous life.
Although she believed in Fu Mingchi, she had made him a laughing stock in Yuezhou before.
If he wanted to play a prank on her, she wouldn't even have the courage to complain.
"Miss, do you think His Highness will bear a grudge and deliberately not return to Lin'an?" Chunhong said worriedly, "Second Miss and Concubine Zheng have been asking about His Highness's return these days. I'm afraid they're waiting to see you make a fool of yourself."
"It's just a marriage, what's so funny about it?" Ye Wanshu said disdainfully, "As women, as long as we don't become a laughing stock for being poor, the rest is nothing more than a passing cloud."
Hearing this, Chunhong couldn't help but laugh: "I heard from Master Tao a while ago that the dowry of land and shops that the master left for the young lady is worth a full three million taels of silver. I'm afraid that nowadays, even the national treasury is not as rich as the young lady."
Ye Wanshu quickly whispered, "Don't let those people hear this, or they'll be in trouble again."
Chunhong nodded, looked out the window and suddenly froze.
"Chunhong, do you think that bastard Fu Mingchi has regretted his decision and doesn't want to marry me anymore?" Ye Wanshu asked for no reason.
Chunhong was so frightened that she coughed lightly. Ye Wanshu looked up and saw a tall figure standing outside the window.
Against the backdrop of the white snow, her appearance, as ethereal as the breeze and bright moon, is particularly eye-catching.
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