It must not be very good, right?
The further north you go, the colder it gets. The water in Ye City has frozen, and it must be snowing heavily in the north.
Thinking about the time, Jiang Shu should have already arrived at the army camp, this heartless thing, for such a long time, hasn't written a single letter home.
Just as she was thinking this, Jiang Yang excitedly arrived in the courtyard: "Young Madam, Young Madam, the Princely Heir has sent a letter!"
Su Luo jumped up from the bed, disregarding her attire, to step outside.
Qing Yi quickly stopped her: "Miss, you can't go out like this. It's very cold outside, let your slave get it for you!"
Saying this, she chuckled a few times.
She remembered how her young lady had originally planned to leave on the wedding night with a divorce letter. But now, she was really emotional, hearing about a letter, she even didn't realize that she had put on her shoes the wrong way.
