Madam Jiang entered the Chunhui Hall's main room, which was as warm as spring and summer, with a chill clinging to her. Seeing that Song Ci and the others were engrossed in conversation, she stood by the fire to warm herself and smiled, saying, "What are you talking about with such enthusiasm, you grandparents and grandchildren?"
Song Ruqian replied with a smile, "Just family matters and trivial affairs." She stood up, bowed to Madam Jiang, and said sincerely, "With mother unwell, it's hard on you and Third Aunt to manage the household affairs."
"We're all family here, talking like this would be a slander to your second aunt, don't you think? But managing the household is indeed tough and troublesome, especially as the year draws to a close with so many things to handle, it's been hard on your mother managing for over ten years."
