The living room, Lady Ye sat firmly in the principal seat, her hands twirling white jade Buddha Beads. The air was permeated with the delicate fragrance of ginger lilies, soothing to the soul.
"Old Madam." Madam Liang's face was adorned with a smile, as she bowed slightly, radiating respect.
"Ginger lilies?"
Lady Ye's gaze lingered on the bouquet in her arms.
Ginger lilies were Ye Li's favorite flowers before her passing, a fact known by few. Yet Madam Liang knew it well!
"Yes, I heard the Old Madam likes ginger lilies, and there happens to be some by the lake not far from my home, so I picked some to bring to you." Madam Liang placed the flowers on the coffee table.
"Sit." Lady Ye said without any change in expression.
Only then did Madam Liang take her seat, laughing as she said, "Old Madam, Songcheng is peaceful now."
"Oh? Hasn't it always been quite peaceful?" Lady Ye slowly sipped her tea, her demeanor serene.