Chapter 1195: Hating One's Lack of Strength
The Commandery Princess Manor was quiet, with hardly any servants around. Dong Chiyu liked to cook for herself. Even though the manor had plenty of silver taels, she had never hired a maid or helper, preferring to do most things herself.
In Dong Chiyu's eyes, a person couldn't afford to sit idle. The more idle one became, the more muddled their thoughts grew.
Ever since Ruyi got into an argument with Yan Nantian, she rarely entered the palace.
Still, she occasionally heard news of the Imperial Court.
Most of it wasn't good. The most frequent complaint was that His Majesty was meddling in too many trivial matters, and his temper was growing worse by the day.
Dong Chiyu finished cooking and brought the food to the table.
"The weather is warming up," Dong Chiyu said. "Later, we should go out and buy a couple of light outfits so we don't get heat rash."
Ruyi paused, her chopsticks halting in midair. "We're martial artists. Stuff like that shouldn't matter, right? What difference does our clothing make?"
Dong Chiyu froze for a moment, then insisted, "We still need to buy them."