Zhulan glanced at the invitation and set it down, signaling Qing Xue to prepare the greeting gifts for the children tomorrow. Song Lan already had two children: her eldest son was eight years old, and her younger son four. In an ancient society that heavily valued sons, Song Lan's luck was favorable.
Lady Li suddenly paused mid-bite of her fruit. "Mother, I remember Wu Ming has concubines, doesn't he?"
Zhulan replied, "Yes, two concubines."
Lady Li's eyes widened in astonishment. "Two? I thought it was just one!"
"Before Chang Xhong returned, he took another one. Now there are two concubines."
Lady Li popped a grape into her mouth without peeling it, swallowing it directly. By the time she processed what she'd done, she'd already eaten two.
Zhulan shook her head helplessly. "Are you really that surprised about Wu Ming taking concubines?"