Madam Wen observed Madam Song being as cordial as ever, which put her mind at ease halfway. It seemed the other party either didn't know, or knew and didn't care?
"Shan'er, aren't you going to greet Madam?" Madam Wen called her daughter over.
Wen Zishan gracefully stepped forward, curtsying to Madam Song: "I greet Madam, wishing you golden peace."
Madam Song smiled and motioned her to rise, looking at her and saying: "It's been some time since we last met, Miss Wen seems to have gotten thinner? Is it that you're not used to staying in Shangjing?"
With a smiling face but hidden thoughts, what Madam Song was probably thinking now was current day mockery.
It's fortunate that she had long gained experience, having been an official's wife for many years, she had mastered the art of wearing false masks; otherwise, when she was younger, she might have mocked the other party into embarrassment long ago.
