Minister of Rites Lin Mansion.
Shoukang Hall.
By now, it was already past the time for morning greetings and casual chats, but none of the people in Old Lady Lin's room dared to leave.
The wind-blocking curtains in the hall had been taken down, and the entire hall was filled with people, even the concubines who usually were not allowed to come and pay their respects were present.
Old Lady Lin, sitting at the top, was wrapped in a thick brown fox fur coat, holding a warm hand stove in her hands, and wearing a high-quality white fox fur forehead ornament on her head.
This outfit made anyone who saw it feel warm.
But on the thawing ice slab directly opposite the hall, Mrs. Wu was kneeling on the ground, wearing thin clothes. Even though her body was shivering from the cold, she was still kneeling straight.
Madam Shen sat on the side below Old Lady Lin, looking at the kneeling person outside with a smug expression on her face.
