Song Ci's gaze skipped over the old housekeeper and landed on the steward mother beside him.
Her figure was round and stout, clad in a horse-face skirt. Her hair bun was adorned with a bright and heavy golden hairpin, and her ears wore a pair of golden earrings. Her face was full of rosy light. As for the degree of flattery in her smile?
It was syrupy sweet!
Serving in the Prince Mansion is truly comfortable. The stewards are well-fed and well-dressed, not losing to those small rural gentry at all.
"Old Madam, if there are any discomforts from your first arrival, or if the servants are not attentive enough, I will rearrange a new set of people to serve you," the old housekeeper asked with a smile.
Song Ci replied with a smile, "Nothing of the sort. Your arrangements are extremely attentive. When I stepped in here, I almost thought I had returned to Chunhui Hall at the Prime Minister's Mansion."
