On the first day of brewing wine, Ling Hua had to watch over everything, leaving no room for error.
Yan Qing lay on the soft couch, toying with the Nine Interlocking Rings for the whole day.
By evening, Ling Hua felt sore and aching. Liuli murmured softly to her, "Miss, why do you torture yourself so? Brewing one furnace isn't tiring, but you had to use all of them."
Wasn't she just making things harder for herself?
As for Marquis Yan, he was the type to wash his hands of the matter completely. He promised to help, but soon grew bored, and all tasks were left to her and Yun Luo, who led the others in the work.
"The wine I brew must taste good, I must brew enough at once. I can't always accompany him to Qiyun Mountain to make wine." After all, Ling Hua had many other tasks to attend to. The wedding was imminent, and there were many things she needed to busy herself with.
