Tao Hong lowered her head and led Madam and Song Tingyun forward.
She could tell that Madam Yuwen Xiu was very fond of Song Tingyun. But the person Madam liked might not necessarily be someone the young lady liked. It seemed the young lady was going to be troubled again.
Tao Hong quickened her steps and said to Cui Xiaoxin, who was reading at the doorway, "Young Lady, Madam is here. Young Master Tingyun of the Song family is here too."
Cui Xiaoxin's thoughts still seemed to be caught up in the book's contents. Reclining on the soft couch beside the brazier, she wore an expression of contemplation and confusion.
After quite some time, when her mother, Yuwen Xiu, had already entered and was standing before her, Cui Xiaoxin finally came to herself. She hurriedly rose and saluted. "Mother, you're here."
She looked up at Song Tingyun. Her long lashes fluttered lightly as she bowed again. "Greetings, Brother Song."
"Xiaoxin, have you fallen into another maze?" Yuwen Xiu asked with a smile. Although she was speaking to her daughter, the corner of her eye kept glancing toward Song Tingyun, as though she were showing off: See? I told you our Xiaoxin loves reading.
"Yes." Cui Xiaoxin held the book scroll in her hands and answered.
"Xiaoxin, it's been a long time." Song Tingyun smiled and greeted her. "I hope you don't mind my presumptuous visit. I didn't disturb you, did I?"
"No," Cui Xiaoxin replied.
Yuwen Xiu felt that the atmosphere was a little "cold." This would not do.
She laughed and smoothed things over between them. "Just look at the two of you. When you were little, you were stuck together all day and refused to part. You couldn't even be dragged away. Yet now that you've grown up,