Song Jiyun touched her forehead, feeling a mix of emotions that were hard to describe with laughter or tears.
However, her heart, which had been hanging in the air, finally settled down firmly.
Although she did not know how Yuan Yunzhong had found out that she was in urgent need of a compass, his willingness to help her must mean that he had not taken their past friction to heart.
Wasn't that better than anything?
Should she go after him and explain?
Looking at the clay in her hands and thinking about the Sacrificial White Porcelain she was about to deliver to the Imperial Kiln Factory, Song Jiyun decided to handle the most pressing matter at hand before repairing her relationship with Yuan Yunzhong.
After she had finished making the cups, bowls, and dishes from kaolin clay, Zheng Quan had already brought over the kiln builders.
The two of them placed the saggers in the kiln and began the firing process, substituting coal for firewood.
