After a day out, it wasn't until she returned to the Song Mansion that Song Yunzhao suddenly remembered Mr. Zhe Shan from the Three Yuan Building. He had certainly made a quick escape; by the time she came out, there was no sign of him.
'Yes, a model spectator.'
After washing up and changing into her day clothes, she flopped onto the soft couch to read, her mind mulling over how to write her novel.
She had been so ambitious before, but now that it was time to actually write, she had no idea where to begin.
In later generations, the tense relationship between mothers-in-law and daughters-in-law was always a hot-button issue, but that wouldn't fly here. The concept of filial piety loomed over everything; no matter how shrewish a mother-in-law was, she had to be respected. If she dared to write about a daughter-in-law battling her wicked mother-in-law, the Xie family's restaurant would probably be torn down.
