Even women who travel through time can become prime ministers and nobles.

Back at the inn, Shi Wanxia and the others put their things on the table and then went to find Shen Yanchu. She arrived at Shen Yanchu's room and gently knocked. Shen Yanchu's voice came from inside: "Come in." Shi Wanxia opened the door and went inside.

Shen Yanchu smiled when he saw Shi Wanxia. He asked, "Why are you back? Have you bought everything?" Shi Wanxia nodded and said, "I've bought everything, but I feel like some things might not be enough, so I wanted to come back and ask you what else I need to prepare."

Shen Yanchu thought for a moment and said, "I'll go with you. I've written down a few prescriptions that we might need on the way." Shi Wanxia said, "Okay, I understand. I'll go call Li Changyu and the others." After saying that, she turned and walked out of the room.

Shen Yanchu and his group walked out of the pharmacy with solemn expressions. They held several doses of medicine tightly in their hands. However, these few doses of medicine cost nearly ten taels of silver, which shocked and frustrated Shi Wanxia.

"This medicine is too expensive!" Shi Wanxia couldn't help but complain.

Shen Yanchu frowned and said, "Stop complaining, let's hurry up and find the carriage."

They turned to the young medicine boy for help, hoping he could lead them to a place to rent carriages. The boy nodded and led them through the bustling streets to a carriage rental shop.

There, they rented two carriages and hired two drivers. They were told to depart early the next morning.

The group went to the blacksmith's shop in high spirits, where they selected a sturdy and durable iron pot, as well as sharp knives and practical cookware. Mainly, they couldn't possibly eat only dry rations while they were going to be sleeping outdoors for the next few days!

Next, they strolled over to the grain and oil shop. The shop was filled with the aroma of various grains and spices, making them feel warm and comfortable. They carefully selected oil, rice, and flour, buying quite a lot, and asked the shopkeeper to deliver it to the inn. They also didn't forget the various seasonings, asking the shopkeeper to deliver them to the inn as well.

The group quickly purchased all the necessary items for the journey and hurried back to the inn. Shi Wanxia entered her room and collapsed onto the bed, utterly exhausted, as if all her strength had been drained. She lay quietly, her eyes closed, trying to calm her breathing.

After a while, Shi Wanxia slowly opened her eyes and noticed that Shuying and Qinglan were sitting by the window, intently making clothes. Sunlight streamed through the window, illuminating their focused expressions. Shuying's needle and thread moved nimbly, each stitch so delicate; Qinglan, on the other hand, would occasionally stop to carefully examine the fabric in her hands, seemingly pondering how to make the garment even more perfect.

Shi Wanxia watched them quietly, a warm feeling welling up inside her. In this unfamiliar place, having two such caring people by her side made her feel incredibly safe. She gently sat up, walked to the window, and quietly sat beside them, watching their needle and thread dance, her heart filled with emotion. These two girls are so skilled; they've made three sets of clothes in just over half a day. Judging from the style, they should be men's clothing. She'd have them give them to them after dinner. Outside the window, the sun shone brightly, and a gentle breeze blew. Inside, Shi Wanxia, ​​Shuying, and Qinglan enjoyed this rare moment of tranquility.

Before they knew it, night fell and Wanxia lit the candles. But then she thought it was getting late and that doing needlework in the dark was bad for their eyes, so she stopped them.

"Alright, let's go downstairs for dinner! Don't do needlework tonight, it'll hurt your eyes. I'll get angry if you don't listen." She put her hands on her hips, pretending to be stern, to make sure they remembered. There was a knock at the door, and Shi Wanxia got up to open it.

"Miss Shi, please come down for dinner. Where are the three young ladies?" Shen Yanchu stood gracefully outside the door. Ignoring his disfigured face, his overall demeanor—cool, elegant, and tall—was indeed pleasing to the eye. Shi Wanxia suppressed her wandering thoughts and nodded strangely.

"Okay, we're coming right now. Qinglan and Shuying, let's go downstairs for dinner!" The three of them quickly tidied up their belongings, straightened their clothes, and got up to follow Miss Shi downstairs.

There weren't many people eating in the hall. Cui Yu'an and Li Changyu found a larger octagonal table to sit at, where all sorts of delicious food had already been prepared.

Miss Shi sat quietly at the dining table, waiting. Her gaze was somewhat unfocused, as if she were deep in thought. Cui Yu'an, meanwhile, busied himself preparing dinner.

The whole afternoon passed, and Miss Shi didn't go out, which made Cui Yu'an feel a little strange. Miss Shi was usually lively and active, and liked to go out and wander around, but today she was unusually quiet and stayed in her room.

As Cui Yu'an busied himself, he kept glancing at Miss Shi, his mind filled with confusion. He didn't know why Miss Shi was acting this way, nor did he know what to do. He hadn't provoked her, so could it be that Shen Yanchu had offended her? His gaze kept darting between the two of them.

Finally, dinner was ready. Cui Yu'an placed the dishes on the table and then sat down opposite Miss Shi. He looked at her and gently asked, "Miss Shi, what's wrong with you today? Why didn't you go out all afternoon?"

Miss Shi raised her head, looked at Cui Yu'an, then smiled slightly and said, "It's nothing, I'm just a little tired and want to rest for a while."

"By the way, Qinglan and Shuying were amazing today. They made your clothes. Come upstairs with me to pick them up after dinner. We don't need those old clothes anymore; they're all rotten. Although the two sisters are young, they are quiet and efficient. Don't underestimate them."

Shi Wanxia proudly told the two girls about their day's work. Li Qinglan and Li Shuying lowered their heads shyly. Sister Shi was still praising them. Actually, most women can learn to make clothes. All the clothes in the family are made by us. No one has ever recognized and praised us like this before. Especially Li Shuying, because her grandmother disliked her for being a woman. She had to do all the dirty and hard work at home and was not even fed. If she hadn't met Miss Shi, she would have been sold to Master Xiao's house in town as a concubine like her older sister and tortured to death.

Shen Yanchu watched the girl's departing figure, a slight smile playing on his lips. He smiled gently, thinking to himself: This girl is quite interesting, very different from any woman he's met before. Her neither humble nor arrogant nature, her carefree demeanor, makes one want to get closer to her.

From her words and actions, Shen Yanchu could tell that this girl must have been pampered and never experienced hardship. Her eyes revealed a kind of innocence and purity, as if she were full of curiosity and goodwill towards everything in the world.

Shen Yanchu recalled her smile from just now, so radiant and warm, as if it could dispel all gloom. He couldn't help but wonder, what kind of person was this girl? What was her life like?

Since ancient times, needlework has been considered one of the essential skills for women. Whether a girl from a commoner's family or a daughter of a wealthy family, she would begin to learn this craft from birth. Although women from wealthy families did not need to sew clothes themselves, embroidery was still a skill they had to master. Those who were not proficient in needlework would be looked down upon by their husband's family, so it was indeed rare to see someone like her who couldn't do needlework.

“Miss Shi is right. Thank you both. Your sister Shi is right. You two should follow her closely from now on. Your sister Shi is no ordinary woman.” Shen Yanchu was already used to this girl’s narcissistic and boastful words.