Regarding Mistress Li's demeanor, Xiaohong was quite astounded. Mistress Li had always held herself above others and frequently berated the servants. Had the young master finally subdued her?
Moreover, she did not resemble a mother toward the young master, yet now she claimed to be sick from missing him—an assertion Xiaohong found hard to believe.
But after all, they were mother and son. Even if their relationship was poor, they surely had some affection. Thus, she believed her. "Mistress, rest assured, I will go find the young master for you."
Xiaohong handed the porridge to Mistress Li and then left the room.
The proud look was evident on Mistress Li's face as Xiaohong departed. What fools, they were all duped by her acting.
Soon, Li Fuyou received the news, and hearing from the Little Maid that his mother had fallen ill from missing him delighted him. He did not think further and rushed to her, longing for his mother's care and affection.
