"Madam Shao, you've been in Anze Province for a few days, and it seems you've had enough rest and recovery. A reception banquet is in order, and I'll be the host. Madam Shao, I hope you'll honor me by attending tomorrow night," Mrs. Guan proposed.
Qiao Xuan, considering it an excellent opportunity to meet the local nobility and officials' wives, had this in mind. However, to maintain the image she had projected in front of Mrs. Guan, she had to uphold it for now. Thus, she frowned and instinctively displayed a look of disdain. After a moment of contemplation, she reluctantly nodded, "Very well, Mrs. Guan. You can make the arrangements. I'll be there."
Mrs. Guan nearly choked on those words, inwardly cursing, "Who told you to act so high and mighty! You're so arrogant!", "You're out of your mind!", and so on.
"Great, then the reception banquet will take place in the garden tomorrow. I'll send someone over to escort you, Madam Shao!"