Half a month later, the Marquis Dongxiang's memorial of merit was delivered to the Emperor's Dragon Desk.
The memorial was to request recognition for Su Jin's contributions.
The large amount of wool resolved the soldiers' cold weather issue, a considerable achievement.
The Emperor was exceedingly pleased, rewarding merits accordingly.
Agarwood Pavilion, bamboo house.
The weather was turning colder.
Su Jin was lazily flipping through books in the bamboo house, reluctant to move.
Outside, the wind was blowing fiercely.
Faint footsteps were approaching.
Bi Zhu lifted the door curtain, a gust of cold wind rushed in.
Bi Zhu held a tray and said, "Princess Consort, this is from the front yard, said to be something you requested."
"What is it?" Su Jin asked.
Bi Zhu didn't know either.
For something meant for the Princess Consort, she dared not look.
Bi Zhu approached with the tray.
Su Jin opened the brocade box, discovering the contents inside.
She looked delighted.
