"Visiting" this word, spoken by the former Imperial Noble Consort, doesn't feel out of place at all.
She woke up too early in the morning, before the sun came up, and the air was heavy with moisture. Shen Nanwei moved her hands, wrapped herself tightly in the patched but clean coarse cloth clothes, and the disdain in her eyes rolled for a long time before settling down.
"Buy me some cloth, embroidery needles, and various colors of embroidery thread... Anyway, buy some of the various tools used for embroidery and bring them back."
After agreeing, Lu Jingzhi was surprised, "Why don't you bring cloth when you visit? Aren't you embroidering wedding clothes for others?"
Shen Nanwei half coquettishly and half annoyed raised her hand to show them both.
What kind of hands were those?
Her body was only about thirty years old, but her hands looked like those of an old woman in her fifties or sixties.
