"They said they'd be back before the year ends, maybe the journey got delayed." Xiqiu sighed in her heart. It's already the twenty-sixth of the twelfth month today, and she's not sure if they can make it back. Though her heart is concerned, her expression remains calm as she says, "Let's prepare for the New Year first and let Tiancheng inquire later."
The First Madam nodded in agreement, then said, "Let's go inside to talk. It's cold outside, and you're pregnant, so avoid catching a chill." Ying and Xuan each supported Xiqiu on either side. Five-year-old Ying's height already reached Xiqiu's waist. Her long legs were quite graceful. She tilted her head to look at Xiqiu's belly and thought for a moment before asking, "Mother, who is older, you or sister-in-law?"
