A quarter of an hour later, in the flower hall of Ningguo Mansion's rear courtyard.
"Don't delay any longer. So many old and young people have fallen ill—it might be some epidemic! After you return to the mansion, Auntie, remember to summon an imperial physician at once!"
Hearing Madam You's words outside—seemingly heartfelt, yet barbed at every turn—Sun Shaozong could not help laughing silently.
Even a clay figure had three parts earthiness.
After being thwarted time and again today, even someone as accustomed to being molded and kneaded by others as she was had finally grown angry.
Of course, having a son at her knee had also given her more confidence than before.
But...
Madam Xing was truly rather strange.
Having heard You Erjie's account, Sun Shaozong had initially assumed that she was angered by Jia Yingchun's attitude and had consequently taken it out on him.
Yet along the way, it seemed that was not the case at all.
Rather than sulking at anyone, she seemed distracted and absent-minded. Had the maids beside her not reminded her several times, she would have nearly walked straight into the railing at a corner.
Even now, faced with Madam You's cold mockery, she appeared listless, with no intention whatsoever of striking back.
What exactly was wrong with her?
Sun Shaozong thought it over and over without reaching any conclusion. Then he suddenly came to himself—why was he paying so much attention to an old woman?
With another silent laugh, he could no longer be bothered to think about it, and merely chatted idly with Liu Xianglian.
Before long, Madam You emerged, supported by her two younger sisters.
Her hair was tightly bound with a strip of white cloth, and behind her left ear she wore three plain white floral pins, two long and