Chapter 509
Chapter 509 Farewell
The sky was still dark, a gentle spring rain pattering against the loquat trees in the courtyard, making a rustling sound. The lantern light inside the tower was dim, and several young ladies had already risen, silently packing his travel bag for him. The atmosphere was unspeakably stifling.
Luo Ning helped him put on his inner garment and armor, then looked him up and down before carefully straightening the armor plates.
"Big Brother, this package contains winter clothes, and the other one has summer clothes. All are newly made for you. I've heard that beyond the border, the wind and sand are fierce, and the temperature varies greatly between day and night. You must change your clothes on time and don't be lazy," Qiaoqiao pointed to a few large parcels in front of her and advised, "Here are also toiletries I’ve packed for you—towels, salt, soap—and more than ten pairs of new shoes I’ve made for you. I don’t know if it will be enough—"
She had thought of everything possible and packed everything that could be packed, fearful of omitting anything. While speaking, her eyes reddened and tears swelled at the corners.
Lin Wanrong shook his head with a bitter smile. This hardly felt like he was going to war; it was more like going on a vacation. The days with wives truly couldn't compare to his bachelor days. Nevertheless, he couldn't refuse their good intentions, so he held Qiaoqiao's hand and reassured her, "You've all prepared so much for me. It’s more than enough. Don’t worry, the conditions beyond the border are not as bad as you imagine."
"My Dear, wear this," Xiao Qingxuan carefully hung a small jade Buddha around his neck and softly said, "This was left to me by my mother. She will surely protect you along the way."
Xiao Yuruo's cheeks flushed as she stepped forward, holding an amulet made from red string. "This is called the Heart Lock. One for me, and one for you." Her hand gestured over her own full, uplifted chest before pointing at Lin Wanrong's chest; her eyes began to moisten.
Ning'er, Xian'er, Qiaoqiao, and the Second Miss—none of them wanted to be outdone. Gold locks, jade pendants, and safety amulets; everyone had a personal trinket to send him off with, leaving his neck laden.