Heaven-Sent Farm Girl Builds Her Fortune And Captures His Heart-Chapter 469 - 468: Too Cold

As Shen Qinglan stepped out of the Plum Garden, a chill swept over her, and the last bit of intoxication from the sobering soup faded away.

Xuan Ying and Xuan Ming loaded a bamboo basket of beef and a bamboo basket of bones onto the carriage, smacking their lips as they spoke, "Mr. Shi is really generous, not only gifting beef but so many bones as well!"

Le Zhao sighed softly, "It tasted good while eating, but afterward, the beef smell on me is quite unpleasant."

Since getting on the carriage, Shen Qinglan leaned against the carriage wall and closed her eyes to rest.

Xuan Ying drove the carriage outside, while Xuan Ming heated water on a small stove and brewed tea for them before stepping out.

Duan Yunfei poured a cup of hot tea, sat next to Shen Qinglan, and whispered, "Would you like a cup of hot tea?"

Shen Qinglan opened her eyes slightly, neither nodding nor shaking her head.

Duan Yunfei smiled slightly, and when he judged the tea was at the right temperature, he handed it to her.

Shen Qinglan took it and drank it all, holding the cup in her hand, continuing to rest with her eyes closed.

The carriage moved slowly through the snowy terrain; the Capital’s winter was exceptionally cold, and even those protected by inner strength couldn’t withstand the piercing chill.

When the carriage entered the Shen Mansion, Xuan Ming and Xuan Ying, sitting outside, had already reddened their noses from the cold.

Xuan Ying sniffed as he and Xuan Ming carried the beef to the kitchen.

Shen Qinglan instructed upon entering the Warm Pavilion, "Fu Dong, go to the kitchen and ask Aunt Zhou to prepare some ginger soup to be sent over."

"Knowing you went out, the young lady has already asked Aunt Zhou to prepare it," Fu Dong replied with a smile. "I’ll go fetch the ginger soup for you and the young gentlemen."

Si Yun and Piao Xue, seeing this, hurriedly added, "We’ll go too."

Shen Qinglan nodded, waiting for them to leave before gently rubbing her temples.

Seeing this, Duan Yunfei quickly got up to help her. "Let me help you."

Shen Qinglan didn’t refuse, allowing him to assist.

Le Zhao clicked his tongue lightly then spoke, "I have to say, the royal wine is quite strong; after finishing a bowl, my throat felt like it was swallowing a knife. Shen, it’s amazing you can drink it without batting an eyelid."

Shen Qinglan’s eyelids twitched slightly but she said nothing.

She had never tried plum blossom wine and always believed that’s what it tasted like.

Later, upon thinking about it, it seemed incorrect; plum blossom wine was similar to other flower wines and shouldn’t be that strong. When she inquired, she learned it was a royal-appointed strong liquor.

Duan Yunfei admonished softly, "Next time, you mustn’t be so reckless!"

"Okay."

Shen Qinglan responded obediently, closing her eyes once more.

"This weather is too cold!" Xuan Ying held his hands over the charcoal brazier, sniffing, "If not for my inner strength protecting me, I’d surely have turned into an icicle."

"After drinking the ginger soup, take a rest," Le Zhao advised. "Make sure not to catch a cold."

Xuan Ying replied in a low voice, "Got it."

Outside, the cold wind howled as the previously stopped snow began to drift down once more.

Icicles hanging under the eaves gleamed with a chilling light.

The little maids returned, carrying ginger soup, their hands having lost all sensation.

Shen Qinglan instructed Xing Yu to call Rong De and have him tidy up the guest room, telling him to light the brazier inside first.

After about a quarter of an hour, Le Zhao rose and said, "By now, the guest rooms should be warm. We won’t disturb Shen’s rest anymore."

Shen Qinglan nodded, looking at Duan Yunfei. "You should also go and rest with them."

Duan Yunfei nodded, reminded her to rest well, and then left for the guest rooms with Le Zhao and the others.