Madam Luo seemed to notice Madam Xia's concern and smiled, "Sister, you needn't worry about her. In this mansion... even the legitimate wife isn't necessarily a match for Sixth Miss when it comes to schemes!"
Madam Xia nodded reluctantly, her heart mixed with joy and surprise.
Seeing her expression, Madam Luo knew what she was thinking and couldn't help but shake her head as she poured herself another drink. Madam Xia still had someone to worry about, but as for herself... she felt her life had reached its end there.
With the door closed, Madam Xia drank a few cups for the first time lightly, her cheeks slightly flushed from the alcohol. After sending off the thoroughly drunk Madam Luo, she had the place tidied up and shut the courtyard doors.
Entering the room, she sat in front of a Yaoqin covered with a cloth, untouched for years. Her fingers lingered lovingly over the strings, her expression seemingly lost in memories.
