The Glazed Pavilion.
The summer heat was oppressive, and Shen Wei sat in the waterside pavilion to cool off. A small table beside her held chilled fruits, while mosquito-repellent sandalwood incense curled lazily through the air.
Reclining on a bamboo lounge chair, Shen Wei had applied a homemade facial mask and now held a wolf-hair brush over a sheet of rice paper. She was deep in thought, mapping out her next business ventures. Once "Wei-Yan Emporium" opened smoothly and she had sufficient capital, she planned to establish an inn and restaurant.
Moreover, as summer faded into autumn, she would need to tailor new robes for Prince Yan—a subtle yet meaningful expression of her affection and care.
"Mistress, your chilled citron water is here," Cai Ping announced, presenting a small bowl. During her pregnancy, Shen Wei craved sour flavors, and the intensely tart citron water had become her favorite.
She took a hearty sip, savoring the refreshing sensation.
