Song Ci felt uneasy, and how much better could Song Zhiqing be? The more he thought about it, the more upset he became. Unknowingly, he found himself at Madam Shen's place.
Madam Shen was still setting the table under the grapevine. However, instead of brewing tea, she was brewing wine, light chrysanthemum wine, accompanied by a few plates of exquisite snacks. She held a book in her hand and was reclining on a beauty couch, flipping through it.
Looking at her, Song Zhiqing finally understood the saying "a person as calm as a chrysanthemum."
Since Madam Shen had been in the household for so long, she truly was the epitome of propriety and decorum, not a single flaw could be found in her. Daily, aside from paying morning and evening respects to Lady Lu, she rarely left her own Moyun Inn, turning it into a little paradise, cultivating various flowers and plants, brewing tea in summer, brewing wine in autumn. By winter, perhaps she'd be brewing wine to admire the snow?
