On the seventh day of the seventh month, there were indeed only eight or nine days left until the event, and Song Jingxi seemed to regard this annual grand occasion as extremely important, so all the preparations in advance had to be especially meticulous.
After some consideration, Hua Xiaomai nodded in agreement, "In that case, I'll go to the prefecture with you tomorrow. I just don't know where you are staying tonight?"
Hmm, logically, I should warmly invite her to spend the night at our place, but our little courtyard doesn't have that many rooms...
Song Jingxi's face turned as pink as peach blossoms, her eyes curved like crescent moons: "You don't need to worry about that aspect, isn't there an inn at the eastern edge of Fire Knife Village? I will just take my people there and make do for the night, and come to pick you up early tomorrow."