Song Nanzhen couldn't help but compare Mrs. Cai to Aunt Che, and he heaved a heavy, internal sigh.
Mrs. Cai, these days, was less tactful than a mere concubine.
Aunt Che hadn't brought the ginseng soup with the intention of leaving empty-handed. She not only secured the dowry supplement from the Master for her daughter, but as a concubine whose position depended on his favor and who hadn't seen him in months, she certainly wasn't going to just leave. As expected, she stayed the night in the front courtyard.
When the First Madam in the East Courtyard heard the news, she merely smiled. Mrs. Cai had destroyed her own dignity; she had only herself to blame.
Aunt Che was patient, ruthless, and tactful. She was willing to swallow any grievance for her children's sake. In a few more years, it was hard to say what the situation in this mansion would become.
