Stepping into the vast courtyard once more, Li Cuicui felt overwhelmed by the sight.
"Old Madam, our Madam is currently in the back courtyard. Please have a seat; she should be here shortly." Qing Lan led a young maid forward to serve tea, not forgetting to explain in a low voice.
Li Cuicui placed the basket she was holding on the table. "Tell her not to rush. She can finish whatever she's doing before coming over."
As soon as she heard Jin Qianqian was in the back courtyard, Li Cuicui guessed, 'Seventh Wife must have run off to the workshop again.'
"Mother, you're here." Jin Qianqian's voice preceded her arrival.
Seeing Jin Qianqian and her baby bump, Li Cuicui quickly stood up to go and help her.
"I'm alright, Mother. I'm used to walking around every day," Jin Qianqian said, quickly waving her off. "You should have sent word you were coming. I would have had someone get the carriage to pick you up. The weather has turned cold, and the wind is bone-chilling."
