Zhulan knew that last night's conversation had spread, and the envious folks from Wang Laosi's family were naturally happy to add fuel to the fire. Wang Ru certainly wouldn't dare to go out for a while and would stay in line for some time. With a pleased tone, she said, "It's getting late. You should go and make lunch. Just make a simple dough-drop soup for noon."
Lady Li knew that her mother and father wouldn't let the Wang family off lightly. She hadn't expected them to do anything, but when they did, it was ruthless. She grew even more fearful of her mother, "All right, Mother."
Zhulan put down the needlework in her hands. Yes, she was embroidering, which she had found dreadfully boring, so she had Zhao teach her some simple patterns. It wasn't only calming, but also helped her temper her patience. To avoid straining her eyes, she only embroidered for a short time each day. After tidying up her needlework basket, she put on her shoes and headed to the granary.
