Finishing speaking, Madam Song rubbed her brow with an expression of utter exhaustion and waved her hand, signaling for them to withdraw.
After they had all filed out, Qingxue, the maid waiting behind her, respectfully handed a cup of green tea to her.
Madam Song took a few sips, then picked up a preserved plum from the white porcelain dish beside her, chewing it slowly while knitting her brows in worry:
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