"Really?"
Princess Changle thought, are you fooling me? Could a cotton craftsman's skills be that bad?
If it wasn't Mr. Angle, then who was it?
She didn't plan to expose the truth. That would be too embarrassing: "Pack up quickly, it's getting late. We should go around the Great Baoan Temple and Confucius Temple before the first Gengtian starts."
Xue Yunrou thought, what so special about that old tower at the Great Baoan Temple? She hesitated, "How about we go another day when the weather is better?"
"Come with me, please!"
Princess Changle's eyes revealed a touch of helplessness and melancholy, "The Ministry of Rites has set the date to honour the Xiao Mausoleum on the second day of the tenth month. This day is not only auspicious but also Cixiao Empress Gao's birthday. This might be my last chance to get out, as I will have to return to the Capital City after the ceremony. I may never have the opportunity to visit Nanjing again.
