Zhou Residence in the capital city, Zhulan had just finished making a new set of clothes for her son. She laid them out neatly, and the more she looked, the more she felt a sense of accomplishment. She thought that if she could go back to the modern era, she would be skilled enough to open a shop.
Zhulan had the maids take the clothes out to be washed. With no more tasks at hand, she yearned for her son. Zhou Shuren's letter had not been kept from her, and it mentioned her son crying for her. "How many days have we been in the capital?"
Old Madam Song replied, "Three days."
"Ah, only three days? I thought it had been seven. Time passes so slowly."
Seeing the nice weather outside, Old Madam Song suggested, "Madam, would you like to go out for a walk? The flowers in the garden should have revived by now. Do you want to see them?"
