Song Lan's attention remained fixed on her godmother and Xue Han from her seat at the table. Despite the distance, she could still sense the tension in the air. Her godmother could handle it, but she was more worried about Xue Han.
Ever since Song Lan married her husband, she often visited the Zhou residence, gradually becoming acquainted with Xue Han. Relationships grow from spending time together, so she slowly came to treat Xue Han as a younger sister. Having grown up in the capital herself, she knew better than anyone how formidable the capital's young ladies could be.
Lady Ding whispered, "Don't be nervous."
Song Lan took a deep breath. She knew she shouldn't be nervous. Xue Han wasn't like her; Xue Han had a velvet glove covering an iron fist. When treated well, Xue Han was polite to everyone. Conversely, she could also be tough.