Praising Madam Shen inadvertently stepped on Bishi's toes, and when he realized it, Song Zhiqing felt a bit embarrassed himself.
He seemed somewhat unkind.
However, Madam Shen appeared unaffected by his embarrassment and smiled, saying, "Fate among people is something to be considered. Perhaps I am more destined with the Third Young Lady."
She had a maid fetch another cup and brewed a bowl of cold tea for Song Zhiyuan, handing it over: "This hot weather is bothersome; let's not go inside. This grape arbor is ingeniously built and provides a pleasant shade."
Song Zhiqing took the tea and said, "If there aren't enough ice basins, you can have Second Sister-in-law send some over. No need to inconvenience yourself."
Madam Shen shook her head: "The Song Mansion is wealthy, and the masters are all generous. Even we as concubines have never lacked anything, so naturally, there's no shortage of ice basins."
"Then why?"
