Zhulan pondered the name of Jiang Ming's eldest daughter. Her memory was not bad, and she finally remembered it was Jiang Muting.
Qing Xue asked, "Would you like to see her?"
Zhulan did not want to see her, and nobody would comment on her absence. In the past, she might have hesitated, but now she felt free to follow her desires, waving her hand, "I'm tired."
Qing Xue nodded, went out, and spoke to the young servant. Qing Xue shook her head after the young servant had gone far enough; suddenly visiting without any prior notification or invitation, just showing up like this, Qing Xue was speechless. This was really not treating one like an outsider.
Now, to want to see the old madame, unless from one's own family or a few friends of the old madame, who wouldn't send a card in advance?