The old madam had barely stepped down from the carriage before she began wailing:
"My son! My son! How could you be so heartless? How could you leave your mother behind like this? You've made the white-haired bury the black-haired. How am I supposed to go on living..."
The woman supporting the old madam sobbed:
"Mother, slow down..."
Xiang Haidong's mother and younger sister had arrived!
Quite a few maids and older serving women followed behind them.
Song Yaoyao stopped in her tracks again. Now that Old Madam Xiang was here, who knew what sort of scene she would make? How could she miss such a lively spectacle?
Song Qinghui and Liu Zheheng had already left the crowd. When Song Yaoyao failed to catch up after a while, they turned back and saw her forcibly change direction just as she was about to leave, then plunge into the crowd again.
Knowing she intended to keep watching the commotion, they simply stopped as well.
They exchanged a glance and, with unspoken understanding, slipped back into the crowd too.
Truth be told, they also wanted to see what happened next! When you were feasting on gossip, you had to enjoy the whole spread!
By then, Old Madam Xiang had been helped to the front of the crowd.
Old Madam Xiang looked to be barely over sixty.
After years of being waited on with good food and drink at the princess's residence, Granny Xiang had been well nourished.
When everyone saw Old Madam Xiang and her party, they hurriedly cleared a path for them.
Once Old Madam Xiang and the others reached the courtyard entrance, an older serving woman stepped forward, pounded on the gate, and shouted:
"Open the gate! Open the gate! The old madam is here! Open the gate..."
A moment