"What business does Mrs. Ji have with me?"
In public, Ji Xiaosong would call Mother Ji "Mother." But in private, she always referred to her as "Mrs. Ji."
Seeing her daughter's detached demeanor, an unnatural expression flickered across Mother Ji's face. Her eyes darted about as she forced a smile and said with feigned warmth, "You'll be marrying into the Eastern Palace soon, and there are some things I need to discuss with you."
As she spoke, she took a small step forward, reaching for Ji Xiaosong's hand.
Ji Xiaosong recoiled as if she had been scalded, swiftly taking a step back to avoid Mother Ji's touch. A mocking smile played on her lips, her tone filled with a chilling, unapproachable coldness.
"That won't be necessary. I grew up in the countryside. My temperament is unruly. A few days of instruction won't change that."
