At every small shrine they passed, Mei Wanying would stop to offer incense.
She also donated a great deal of incense money.
Mrs. Gu was touched by her sincerity and secretly decided to put in a good word for Mei Wanying the next time she sent a message to the Empress.
True sincerity was a rare thing, and Mei Wanying's devotion to His Highness was truly undeniable.
If not for General Mei's early passing and Mei Wanying's eye condition, she would have been the most suitable candidate for Princess Consort Chen.
"Miss, let's stop and rest for a moment. You must be careful with the child in your womb."
The higher they climbed, the lower the mountain air temperature dropped. Ding Xiang's exposed hands were nearly frozen stiff.
Mei Wanying was dressed warmly and wore a cloak, but her own fair hands were also exposed to the elements.
Her once-pale hands were now red from the cold.
Mei Wanying looked up. The temple at the summit was neither far nor near.
