Lu Yanyan rose to her feet, awkwardly straightening her dress before approaching the elderly matriarch to pay her respects.
However, her hopeful anticipation of making a good impression on the old lady had been completely ruined by her own clumsiness.
A tingling sensation welled up in her nose, and tears threatened to spill from her eyes.
Oh no, the old lady must think she was unruly and lacked any semblance of a ladylike demeanor.
"Are you hurt, my dear child?" The old lady stood up, her face filled with concern and devoid of any hint of disdain.
"N-no…" Lu Yanyan was taken aback, and her tears retreated.
The Prime Minister's wife interjected, trying to smooth things over.
"This child was just too overjoyed upon hearing of your arrival, she didn't pay attention to her footing."
Lu Yanyan nodded hurriedly, adamant that her falling had nothing to do with being distracted by Chu Shuo.
The old lady nodded with a smile. "As long as you're not hurt."