Qihao Hall, inner chamber.
The Old Madam had just finished reciting scriptures, and Lanzhi helped her sit on the Arhat Couch.
Outside, a young maid walked in and said, "Old Madam, Aunt Ding has arrived."
A flash of coldness flickered and disappeared in the Old Madam's eyes.
Mrs. Wang stood by the Old Madam's side and didn't miss the expression on her face.
Aunt Ding rarely came to Qihao Hall.
She also seldom attended family banquets.
She didn't come to the last family banquet, so why is she visiting Qihao Hall now?
Mrs. Wang was puzzled.
"Let her in," the Old Madam's voice betrayed no emotion.
The young maid exited, and soon Aunt Ding entered.
She greeted the Old Madam with respect and propriety.
The Old Madam glanced at her sideways and put down the tea cup in her hand, saying, "Weren't you supposed to be resting because of your health, why have you come to my place?"
"The days are quite dull, so I've come to speak some confidences with you," Aunt Ding laughed.
