Dashi used the excuse of heavy snow at night to temporarily arrange Miss Lin in a room at the back courtyard of the shop.
The room was clean and warm.
Dashi also had the clerk bring over clean blankets.
Miss Lin thanked him verbally, but inwardly, she was disdainful.
This room wasn't even as good as the room of the maid by her side.
Every time she thought about marrying a junior official from Hanlin Academy sent to the frontier, and that she might not even have a room like this, she became so upset she wanted to kill her stepmother and her sister.
In the past, snow in Shengjing was merely a decoration that added a touch of amusement to life for young ladies of wealthy families like her.
She wished the snow could fall even heavier.
It didn't matter; going out had hand warmers and warm sedan chairs, while indoors had warm charcoal fires, appreciating the snow by the window and writing poems was thoroughly enjoyable.
