"Commoner Yan Li and daughter pay respects to the Grand Madam. Wishing Grand Madam peace and well-being."
In the main hall, Yan the Scholar's mother, Li, knelt on the ground with her daughter, Yan Ziyu, respectfully bowing to Song Ci.
"Madam Yan, no need for such formalities. Hong You, help them up and serve tea, give them seats," Song Ci said with a gentle smile.
"Thank you, Grand Madam."
There was no need for Hong You to assist, as Yan Ziyu helped her mother stand up from the ground, not daring to look around casually, only slightly lowering her head, staying close to Li.
Song Ci looked at the mother and daughter duo, both not tall. Li wore a slightly old dark red mamian skirt, her hair styled in a low bun secured with a single peach wood hairpin, and silver earrings adorned her ears.
