Under Madam Wang's warm arrangements, Madam Lu and her companions were guided to the guest room to settle in.
Zhou Xiuer looked outside and, seeing no one around, approached Madam Lu and whispered, "Mother, isn't it strange? Why is that Matriarch being so hospitable to us? Isn't it said that those Madams and Matriarchs usually don't have a good face towards mistresses?"
Madam Lu replied, "Didn't she say that your aunt and the others haven't been formally affiliated with the family, so they don't count as mistresses and haven't affected her; therefore, there's no question of a good face or not."
"Could she have secretly resolved the matter with my aunt and the others?" Zhou Xiuer suddenly suggested.
Madam Lu was startled: "Don't talk nonsense. If it were as you said, what does she plan on doing by leaving us here? She did mention she hopes we can say a few good words in front of your aunt and the others."
Hearing this, Zhou Xiuer felt somewhat puzzled.
