When this moment actually arrived, even with prior mental preparation, a flurry of chaotic activity was inevitable.
Jin Qianqian hastily shoveled a few bites of rice into her mouth before leading several servant girls to rummage through the storehouse.
It was already deep winter. Many sections of the road ahead were likely covered in snow, so they had to prepare an abundance of thick, warm clothes for changing.
Then there were the boots. Whether it was Gu Wenheng or his entourage, their feet could not be allowed to freeze. Jin Qianqian consecutively drew several designs for combat boots and deerskin boots, putting everyone in the estate who knew how to sew to work.
In the outer courtyard, Gu Wenheng met with the guards who were willing to accompany him. He had thought that having half of them would be enough, but to his surprise, everyone showed up in unison. Housekeeper Fu proudly explained from the side that all the guards were present without a single one missing.
