Hearing her sister-in-law directly ask about her husband's concubine arrangements, Lu felt a moment of embarrassment, and her smile turned a bit stiff.
If she hadn't known Madam Song's temperament well, she would have thought that the lady was deliberately trying to make her look foolish, given her position as the head mistress.
Lu composed herself and said, "Elder sister-in-law, it's just a concubine, what honor is there that's worth your effort to arrange? Not to mention, she is a lowly maid who hasn't even served tea to the Lady. You elevate her, and it's a loss of your status."
Madam Song sensed the annoyance in her words and said, "I know you're upset, but surely we can't just leave her outside the door, can we? In a family like ours, she has borne a child for our third son. If we shut her out, what if he ends up keeping her outside?"
