At 5 a.m, Song Fang went to the front hall to serve tea to her parents-in-law and casually sent out the attire she made at her mother's place.
Even though Mei Zhi put a thick layer of powder on her face before she went out, it still couldn't cover the fatigue in her eyes.
Song Fang looked listless at the moment.
Mrs. Xu flipped through the clothes, pants, and shoes Song Fang had made herself, recalling that when she first arrived at the General Mansion, she didn't even know the needlework. After studying at Hongwen Academy for two years, the things she made turned out to be so delicate and beautiful, she couldn't help but feel relieved.
Just as she was about to praise her daughter-in-law a few words, seeing her droopy eyelids and spiritless appearance, she guessed a bit of what was going on but felt it inappropriate to speak up due to the General's presence, so she only asked Mei Zhi, "Where is the young master? Why isn't he here?"
