However, Song Mingzhao kept feeling cold. No matter how many clothes he wore. He also felt uncomfortable with too many charcoal stoves burning in the room.
It was only after entering An Shou Hall that he suddenly felt a little better after smelling the incense.
Old Madam Yu felt a little relieved. "Although it's nothing serious, look at you. Your face is still pale. Why aren't you recuperating at home? Why did you still come to my place? If there's really anything important, get someone to send a message. A letter is fine too! You're still young. You have to take good care of your health. Don't be careless."
These words were also the truth. No matter how important the matter in Jiangnan was, women like them could only listen. There was nothing much they could do to interfere.
