Upon hearing the mention of mourning, Lady Lu let out a scoff with a sardonic smile.
"Who does she, Bai Shuilian, think she is, to have the honorable eldest daughter wear mourning for her? Who gave her the gall, was it you? Song Zhiqing, maybe you don't care about face, but us mothers and sons do." Lady Lu spat on the ground, sneering, "Just a mere concubine, having the eldest daughter mourn for her, what nerve, why don't you order the entire household to do the same?"
Before Song Zhiqing could speak, she continued, "Ah, I almost forgot, you really did have that thought, otherwise why would you think of bringing her coffin back to the manor for the funeral? Do you know, when I heard this news at Chunhui Hall, right in front of Mother and the two sisters-in-law, I almost wanted to dig a hole in the ground and crawl in, it was utterly humiliating."
