When Yu Tingwan arrived at the West Garden, she saw Ning Yunling sitting beside the Marchioness Ning, behaving rather appropriately, which was somewhat unexpected.
After performing the courtesies, she sat beside Shen Zhiyi and glanced at the dishes.
Each dish was served on palm-sized glass plates, presented delicately with only a bite or two, but boasting a wide variety.
Yu Tingwan ate slowly, listening to the conversation on the other side.
Marchioness Ning pulled Lu Family's daughter, who had just changed her clothes, to sit beside her, speaking in a familiar tone, different from how she entertained other young women, now sounding affectionate.
"It's all my foolish son's fault for causing you such grievance."
"Your mother and I were close friends, and the last time I saw you, you were still in her womb. Truly, in the blink of an eye, you've all grown up."
