Xue Han and Wu Ning had just left when Su Xuan came over. "Mother, my maternal aunt sent a letter this morning, hoping I could visit."
Zhulan said, "That's good. I have something for your aunt, help me take it to her."
Su Xuan replied, "Okay."
Zhulan asked, "Is Chang Zhi doing well?"
Thinking of her husband dawdling this morning before finally copying the book, Su Xuan's eyes were full of laughter. No wonder everyone in the mansion feared the eunuch. "He's doing quite well."
This time, she let Chang Zhi taste the pain of being forced to write. She had always suffered, and she snorted in her heart. Don't blame her for not keeping Chang Zhi company in his misery, she was still angry inside. He was someone that needed a firm hand, and she hoped that her father would discipline him even more strictly!
Zhulan fell silent, "Well, that's good."
Su Xuan said, "Mother, I'll be on my way then."
"Alright."
