Song Qinghan was silent for a moment. Her mother didn't even know.
The mood between mother and daughter was complicated.
Mrs. Cai's head throbbed. Unwilling to lose her composure in front of her eldest daughter, she cleared her throat and said, "Ah, I forgot. Your father said Yun Zhao wanted to go out and get some fresh air since she's just recovered from her illness, so he let her."
Song Qinghan, of course, knew things weren't as simple as her mother claimed and could see her attempt at a cover-up. She was already aware that her younger sister would only have to come pay her respects to their mother on the first and fifteenth of each month from now on. 'Father is far too biased,' she fumed internally. 'He's trampled all over Mother's dignity.'
Song Qinghan felt an inexplicable irritation, and her pretty face darkened. She paused for a moment before slowly saying, "I had originally planned to take Yun Zhao with me to the Uncle Mansion today."
