Lady Dong leaned on the chair's armrest and sat down, "Mmm, I'm about to give birth, and my sister wanted to come visit. This is her visiting letter."
Zhulan had already opened the letter; there weren't many words in it—just an apologetic note for the disturbance, and at the end, the specific date of the visit was written. Looking at the date, it was five days away.
Lady Dong felt puzzled inside. Her sister said she was coming to see her, and she didn't think it was simple. Her sister should have come when she was giving birth, but now it seemed a bit early, especially considering that the New Year was soon upon them.
Zhulan laid the letter down, "Your sister will stay in your courtyard. You should prepare the room yourself, and if you need anything, just ask Xue Han for it."
