The 23rd day of the twelfth lunar month, the Little New Year.
At the Jingyuan General's Mansion, icicles hung from the eaves like crystal swords and halberds. The midday sun pierced through them, casting cold, diamond-shaped patches of light upon the windowpanes of the Warm Chamber. Jiang Wan sat in a carved sandalwood chair, twining the stems of golden chrysanthemums as she wove a wreath for Liyue. Goose-yellow petals fell onto her gold-embroidered Di Yi, creating a subtle contrast with the faint, hidden patterns of rice ears woven into the hem of her skirt.
"Young Mistress, Cousin-Aunt Wu from the Prince of Zhennan's Mansion has arrived," the maid announced, sending the sparrows on the windowsill fluttering away in alarm.
Chapter 118