After Madam Lu left Chunhui Hall, she turned on her heel and headed straight to Wangzhou Tower where her son lived. Who would have thought that the moment she stepped into the courtyard, Song Lingzhou's servant Wanfu sprang to his feet and loudly greeted her.
"Blessings upon Third Madam."
His voice was so loud it seemed to pierce right through the whole courtyard.
Madam Lu's expression cooled; it was obvious he was tipping someone off.
And who he was tipping off hardly needed saying.
Madam Lu strode forward, lifted the curtain and went in, just in time to see Song Lingzhou hastily throwing a length of silk into a corner.
"Mother, what brings you here?" Song Lingzhou came forward with a smile.
Madam Lu slanted a look at him. "And why shouldn't I come?"
Song Lingzhou's gaze flickered; still grinning, he said, "You can, of course you can—only you didn't let anyone give word in advance, so your son could go out front to welcome your honored arrival."
