Ji Qingwu quietly took her cold hand.
She whispered in her ear, "Elder Sister, don't let on that you know anything. The Grand Dowager coming here on her own initiative means she's getting antsy. Let's just wait and see what happens."
Ji Qingrong met her gaze, and only then did she calm down.
Matriarch Cui entered with two maids in tow, one of whom was Zizhu, the very maid Ji Qingwu had just splashed with soup.
"Mother."
"Grand Dowager."
After the two paid their respects, Matriarch Cui walked to the head seat in the main hall and sat down, with Zizhu standing beside her, fanning her.
Matriarch Cui's complexion was fair, with deep lines etched at the corners of her eyes and mouth. Her gaze swept over Ji Qingwu from head to toe.
"So this is Qingrong's sister. Just look at that delicate face, so supple you could squeeze water from it."
Ji Qingwu didn't speak, simply letting Matriarch Cui look her over with a placid smile.
