It was time to go home.
Whenever Lady Zhao thought of this, her heart would fill with warmth. Honestly, whether it be Clear Water Village, Qingyuan County, or the capital, in Lady Zhao's eyes, none compared to her hometown. The capital might be prosperous, but that was a place for the powerful and influential to enjoy, hardly relating to ordinary folks like them.
Even the Pastry House owned by Madam Yin, Ye Zi's mother, which Madam Yin had invited her to visit twice, wasn't really a place to eat—it was a place to burn money, definitely not somewhere meant for commoners like them.
She felt more at home in Hezhou. She was familiar with that place, which was filled with her fellow townspeople and family. Everyone knew each other well.
