On the second day of the twelfth lunar month, the small red-clay charcoal stove in the Warm Chamber of the Marquis's Mansion was burning bright. Jiang Wan was inserting a hair accessory while looking into the mirror when she noticed Lüluo walking in with a gift box, the lid of which bore the unicorn crest of the Jingyuan General's Mansion.
"Heir Lu sent over some newly crafted rouge paste, saying it was ground from Persian rose petals," Lüluo said, opening the box to reveal a mutton-fat jade container. "There is also a letter. You should take a look, Miss."
Jiang Wan unfolded the letter. The ink strokes were so vigorous they seemed to press through the paper: "At the third quarter of the chen hour on the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, I shall wait for you at the Bridal Attire Shop." Her lips curved upward, and her fingertips brushed over the characters for "the eighth." Suddenly, she heard an argument coming from the corridor.
Chapter 132