Chapter 332: Naughty Book (3) (1/2)
Chu Lian pressed down on the mattress with her small hands.
The thin mattress was practically stuck to the bed board. She flipped it over to check the insides of it and discovered that it was not made of cotton or fur, but dried grass.
Chu Lian’s brows gathered together in a frown. Such a thin mattress wouldn’t be able to keep the body warm at all. If it was spring or autumn, it might still be alright to make do with this mattress, but in this bone-piercingly cold winter…
She remembered that she had specially ordered the servants to send bedding to He Changdi when she was back in the estate. Her gaze landed on Xiao Hongyu’s bed. That thick fleece bedding that should have been He Changdi’s had somehow been placed on someone else’s bed.
Chu Lian wasn’t so silly as to think that He Changdi had been bullied in the camp. The short and plump Xiao Hongyu had been amongst the rescue party that had come for them back then too.
She wondered if Xiao Hongyu had any sort of internal injury that caused him to be more susceptible to the cold. That seemed like a possible explanation for why He Sanlang had given him his own bedding…
Chu Lian rolled her eyes. That lunatic husband of hers had only ever showed her cold expressions, yet he was extremely kind to others!
However, that fellow was rather stupid. After giving away all his things to others, what was he going to use to cover himself? Didn’t he know how to buy another for himself?
Chu Lian felt a momentary lapse of disappointment at He Sanlang.
She stood up and wrapped her grey squirrel cloak around her as the cold air turned her sigh into a white puff of breath. She then turned to Wenqing and Wenlan to give them orders.
“Have someone bring the big rugs and blankets from my carriage here. Bring some needles and thread too.”
Wenlan blinked as she processed the order. In a quick moment, she understood what Chu Lian was going to do, so she hurriedly ran off to execute the order.
Wenlan was a practised martial artist, so she was pretty fast on her feet. In fifteen minutes, she had brought everything over.
Chu Lian took off her cloak and moved the blanket on He Changdi’s bed aside before pulling up the thin bedsheet. There was only dried grass under the sheet, although the grass was laid out quite evenly.
Chu Lian was about to move the dried grass away, when she noticed a flash of blue hidden within them. She walked over to it curiously and brushed the grass aside, revealing an indigo purse lying flat on the bed.
Chu Lian pulled out the purse from where it had been stuck between a gap in the layers of dried grass. When she shook it out in front of herself, Wenqing spotted the purse and spoke up, “Isn’t that the purse that you use to keep your snacks, Third Young Madam?”
All of Chu Lian’s snack purses had been made by the maidservants in Songtao Court and most of them were plain in colour without much embroidery on them. Wenqing and Wenlan had made quite a few of them too, so they could recognise it with just one glance.