She then asked Mrs. Zhao, "Have you finished writing the letter to Jing? I'll have someone send it over."
Mrs. Zhao took a letter from her breast pocket and handed it to Xu Su Ying. "It's finished. Please have someone send it off. I wonder where Jing is right now. If he knew Qing'er delivered safely and gave him a son, he would be absolutely thrilled."
After rambling on for a bit, Mrs. Zhao looked up and noticed the heavy, dark circles under Xu Su Ying's eyes. She grabbed Xu Su Ying's wrist and gently guided her toward the door. "Hurry back and rest. I'm here for Qing'er. We'll take turns. We can't have you exhausting yourself."
Xu Su Ying indeed had matters to attend to, so she didn't stay. Carrying the letter, she returned to the front courtyard and hurried into the study to write one of her own. Once finished, she summoned a servant and ordered them to dispatch the letters immediately. Afterward, she went to greet the old madam, returned to her room, and slept until nightfall.
