As mother and daughter chatted idly, a fragrant, delicious meal was served.
Looking at the familiar dishes on the table, Xu Suying's eyes welled up with tears.
"Rushing to the Prefecture... this six-day journey nearly killed me."
Although the Lord Prefect had selected eight constables to take up posts in the Prefecture, everyone had families and households, so it was impossible for them all to leave immediately.
They needed to bid farewell to friends and family, pack their belongings, and entrust their homes to reliable people. How could any of that not take time?
Xu Suying could have waited a while before coming to the Prefecture, but she missed her son and daughter too much. She hadn't seen them in half a year, not even for the New Year. Her son was one thing—he only ever managed to infuriate her when they met—but her daughter was her sweet, caring girl. After so long apart, she missed her desperately.
