"However, Wife has injuries, so she can come back early to rest, and no one will say anything," Mrs. Xing said.
Ran Yan responded faintly, but she ran through the tasks she needed to accomplish before leaving Suzhou in her mind, planning to handle them tomorrow during the day. To her, these optional social interactions could be dealt with dismissively; they were not a big deal.
After her bath, Ge Lan and Wan Lu had already prepared her clothes, a light purple cross-collared shirt with gold and silver thread embroidered peonies, a twelve-panel fairy skirt in assorted colors, and embroidered peony brocade shoes. It was an extremely conservative attire, a legacy of the Sui Dynasty.
After wringing out her hair, Xiao Man combed it into a simple and elegant Chao Yun near scent bun.
'Wife need not apply makeup, right?' asked Wan Lu, looking at Ran Yan's flawless face, feeling that makeup was unnecessary, and constantly worrying about it smearing; it seemed better to go without.
