The next day, Madam Song felt refreshed and had a rosy complexion as she sat in the floral hall where she managed the household affairs, waiting for the steward maids to report and take their assignments.
Second Madam Song and Third Madam Song arrived together, and when they saw the radiant face of the person seated in a high position, they exchanged a glance with a smile.
"It truly is that a joyful event makes people feel great. Look at that radiant face, even an eighteen-year-old girl can't compare to you," Jiang said playfully.
Madam Song's face turned even redder as she replied teasingly, "Your tongue, no one can win against it. In a few days, I suppose you will be just like me, with a rosy complexion every day."
Jiang smiled with her mouth closed, feeling some anticipation.
Indeed, the father of her child was already on the way. Once he returned, wouldn't it relieve the pain of longing?
