Madam and Madam Wen, along with her daughter, watched Consort Zhou leave, the procession winding and truly impressive.
"Only an official wife could have such a grand display," Madam exclaimed in awe.
Madam Wen's eyes flickered slightly, and she unconsciously glanced at Wen Zishan. Seeing her pale complexion, her gaze sharpened.
"I still need to draw a lot for my nephew at home. Madam Wen, why don't you join me? Oh dear, why does this child's face look so pale? Is she feeling unwell?" Madam asked with feigned concern, looking at Wen Zishan.
Wen Zishan forced a smile and said, "Perhaps the wind was too strong, giving me a slight headache."
Madam frowned, "What should we do? Why not ask the temple's monk doctor to check your pulse?"
