Song Zi removed her cloak, first warming herself by the charcoal brazier to dispel the chill, and then approached the two, respectfully making a bow.
Song Ci smiled and waved to her: "The year-end is approaching, yet you aren't occupied in the manor; how do you have time to return?"
Song Zi seated herself beside her, affectionately holding Song Ci's arm, and replied: "No matter how busy I am, I must take some time to come back and pay my respects to you. This time I've returned, first because that girl Zhihui is about to hold her coming-of-age ceremony, and I shamelessly request my sister-in-law to act as the principal guest. Secondly, in autumn, my husband bought a complete tiger skin from a merchant, and I've personally made several pairs of knee pads for mother, father, and you, elder brother."
Song Zhiyuan raised his eyebrows slightly.
Song Zi looked toward the maid, who held a bundle and opened it, presenting several pairs of knee pads from within.
