"Thank you, Uncle Li. You may go back and rest now. Don't overexert yourself," Zhao Ling expressed her gratitude, her voice filled with genuine concern.
Uncle Li, however, shook his head with a smile. "How can I rest at a time like this when your wedding is only a few days away? There are still servants to oversee," he replied, displaying his unwavering dedication before taking his leave.
Zhao Ling chuckled softly, appreciating Steward Li's unwavering commitment. She refrained from uttering any further words, allowing the light-hearted moment to linger in the air.
"Little Xue," Zhao Ling called out, her voice carrying across the room.
"Yes, senior sister," Murong Xue responded, her voice emanating from the bustling kitchen.
"You're not finished yet," Zhao Ling remarked, her tone tinged with a hint of impatience.
