A spark popped out of the candle flame, and Qiao Jinniang couldn't fall asleep. The hut behind the restaurant carried the joy of the first twenty years of her life.
Dreaming of this scene, she felt uneasy.
Lu Chen took the handkerchief from an imperial maid and wiped the sweat on Qiao Jinniang's forehead gently. "Dreams are all in reverse, and Qiao Ruoyun has no feud with anyone. I heard that the disaster relief in the South is properly handled, and the court has allocated 200,000 taels of silver. There shouldn't be any refugees rising in revolt."
Qiao Jinniang sighed softly and said, "Yes, Qiao Ruoyun has no feud with anyone."
Maybe she missed her hometown too much.
Chang'an was very good, but Lin'an was her homeland where she had lived for 18 years.
