The master and servant laughed and chatted for half a day about the unborn child whose gender was still unknown in her belly.
Madam Zhou then held a cup of red date tea and asked, "Where is Xiuxiu?"
At the mention of Zhou Xiuer, a hint of disdain and scorn flashed in Qiu Xiang's eyes, though she replied respectfully, "She is still in her room."
"Hmm." Madam Zhou said, "Make arrangements to send her back to her parents; a girl grows up and it's time to discuss marriage. She can't always stay in someone else's house! It would be my fault if there's a delay."
Madam Zhou's voice was somewhat indifferent, yet Qiu Xiang understood the reason. She sighed, thinking if they had anticipated this earlier, maybe things would be different. She had mentioned many times that Zhou Xiuer staying at the Wu Family was inappropriate. But Madam Zhou did not care. Now, she likely felt a sense of crisis.
Recalling the scene she saw earlier, Qiu Xiang secretly shook her head.
