Song Ruqian and the others walked into Chunhui Hall with smiles, where a room full of women uniformly greeted Song Ci.
"You've arrived quite together." Song Ci smiled at everyone, her gaze falling on the face of Madam Song, supported by Song Ruqian.
After a month of recuperation, Madam Song's complexion had improved a lot. For today's small banquet, she had lightly applied makeup, looking more spirited.
But after all, she was getting on in years, and this pregnancy was difficult. Although she had applied powder, signs of fatigue could still be seen, far from those of the young ones.
Song Ci sighed inwardly, saying that a woman ages instantly after having a child holds some truth, as both body and mind are worn out.
Madam Song stepped forward a few steps, bowed to Song Ci, and said, "It's been hard on Mother for the past month; it's my lack of filial piety."
