Tong Xiyang's heart skipped a beat, and words slipped from his mouth: "Cousin is leaving too?!"
As soon as the words were out, the atmosphere in the room suddenly froze.
Such urgency!
Lady's gaze swept across her daughters one by one; Fourth Girl frowned with displeasure, Sixth Girl lowered her head to sip tea, lost in thought, and Eighth Girl still looked absent-minded.
Her expression softened slightly, but inwardly she sneered repeatedly as she looked at Tong Xiyang.
Tong Xiyang, under Lady's piercing gaze, quickly forced a laugh: "Look at me, seeing Aunt leaving just now, I felt a bit reluctant. I just had someone cut some fabric yesterday to make a gauze skirt for Aunt. If Cousin isn't leaving, he could have helped send it to Shandong."
Xiqiu secretly shook her head, making a skirt for the concubine? The concubine only arrived a few days ago, and instead of thinking about her own mother, she's making clothes for an outsider.
