Old Madam Yu slowly opened her eyes. "She's copying Buddhist scriptures at the Temple Hall. It'll be the Spring Buddhist Festival in April. I plan to prepare more Buddhist scriptures to worship Buddha, so I had her help to copy them."
Yu Zongzheng's expression softened. After a moment's hesitation, he decided to say a few words for Madam Yang, so that his mother wouldn't be too hard on her.
It was a good thing that his mother was setting stricter rules for Madam Yang, but they had been married for many years after all, so he couldn't simply watch her suffer.
