Madam Song followed out of concern and happened to see Song Zhiyuan and Lin Qing gazing at each other. She paused slightly, then walked over with a smile.
The crowd made way as Madam Song approached Song Ci, bowed slightly, and asked with concern, "Mother, how did you find your first acupuncture session?"
"It hurts," Song Ci replied. "Don't come any closer, the pain is overwhelming, and I have to force myself to talk to you all—it's quite exhausting."
Madam Song's expression grew serious, "Mother."
Song Zhiyuan stood up and said, "It's our fault as sons for troubling you. Mother, please rest well, we shall leave now. Nanny Gong, take good care of the old madam."
"Yes, Prime Minister."
Song Zhiyuan looked at Madam Song, "Let's head back to the courtyard."
Madam Song meekly nodded, falling half a step behind as she left with her husband.
