In early spring, March, everything is revived, the willows are green, the flowers are red, orioles sing and swallows dance, it's a scene of vibrant vitality on the earth.
Yet Yueyao had no heart to admire this beautiful scenery at the moment: "Are the clothes packed? What about the herbs, are the herbs packed?" An Zhichen was leaving the Capital City for the Northwest in two days, and faced with the imminent separation, Yueyao felt a deep sense of reluctance.
Nanny Hao laughed and said, "Madam, Old Master is going to the Northwest lightly equipped this time, anything that can't be taken can be sent over later." Nanny Hao meant there was no need to rush, things could be packed slowly.
But Yueyao insisted, "Even if we travel lightly, clothes for changing still need to be packed, I'd better go check."
