Sang Wan, as the eldest daughter-in-law, had to organize and mediate many matters despite Mrs. Wang's lax and indolent tendencies. It would be quite a hassle when the time came. Sang Wan smiled and agreed, ordering a stool to be moved for Mrs. Li to sit, and a hand furnace was brought for her. After smilingly giving a few instructions, she left with Shi Fengju.
Stepping out of Jicui Pavilion, Sang Wan felt that her legs were numb, her waist ached, her shoulders were sore, and her throat was parched. She couldn't help but raise her hand to gently rub her neck.
A strong hand gently rested on her shoulder, and the slender fingers kneaded lightly, as Shi Fengju's warm voice sounded at her ear: "Are you very tired? You are too impatient; these things could also be done tomorrow. Uncle and Aunt would understand."
