Song Ci wasn't confronting Madam Liao to retaliate, but issuing a silent warning, reminding her to be aware of her own actions.
Madam Liao, either intimidated or feeling guilty, dared not speak further. She awkwardly pulled at the corners of her mouth, glanced outside, and suggested it was getting late and time to return home.
Madam Lu had the same idea and stood up to take her leave accordingly.
The Madam feigned a brief attempt to detain them before allowing them to be sent off, while Song Ruqi, as a sister-in-law, held the maid's hand to escort them only to the courtyard gate, then turned and went back inside.
"Grandmother, what did you mean by that?" At this moment, Song Ruqi didn't bother to maintain her composure anymore, but instead questioned sharply.
She wasn't foolish and naturally detected the underlying implications of Song Ci's mention of a strange scent.
The Madam lightly reprimanded: "Look at you, all flustered. Where's your dignity?"
