Shen Hua received the letter from Zheng Qianyu on the fourth day of the lunar new year.
Ningzhu trotted in from outside, presenting it with a smile.
Shen Hua was covered with thick quilts, with a well-worn book of embroidery technique on her lap.
Upon hearing this, she just lifted her eyelids.
"Put it down."
"Aren't you going to read it, madam?"
"I have no relations with Lady Mi, everyone else's letters arrived before the new year, only she deems herself too noble. What, should I eagerly tear it open to see?"
Others might not understand, but Yicui certainly knew Shen Hua was being pettish.
She put down her embroidery work and hurriedly said, "Madam, don't get upset. Although Lady Zheng is always out of line, who else in Fengzhou would put up with her foul temper after you moved to Shengjing?"
"For her, I bet even finding someone to talk to is hard."
Shen Hua's expression softened.
