Han State, Chun Nuan sneezed several times in a row.
"Is this catching a cold?"
Zhao Minghua was a bit anxious: "I told you, you should rest at the inn, but you wouldn't listen. This weather is so chilly."
"It is indeed a bit cold, but it's alright."
The weather in Han State is colder compared to Changzhou.
The main thing is, she grew up somewhat pampered.
"Back in the Capital, we would burn floor heating and silver thread charcoal, and even have hand warmers when going out, but mostly we didn't need to leave the house."
Chun Nuan reminisced about the comfortable life she led as a young lady at the Xiao Mansion back in the day.
People, truly, can easily adapt to luxury, but it's hard to go back to simplicity.
Having spent three winters in Shu City, she still hasn't gotten used to it.
As soon as she stepped outside the inn, not wrapping her clothes tightly, the wind blew through, freezing her.
"Since I'm here, I should at least go out and see the scenery."
