Shoukang Hall.
The door was draped with a curtain of brocade stuffed with thick cotton, and there were several roaring fireplaces in the hall, so as soon as you entered, you could feel a surge of heat.
The Qingque Incense Burner burned with tranquilizing sandalwood, masking the scent of the firewood.
Old Lady Lin had been waiting for their arrival for quite some time.
At this moment, the old lady was sitting sturdily on an armchair, wearing a dark blue brocade robe with pipa sleeves, a diadem adorned with kingfisher feathers on her head, exuding an aura of wealth and nobility.
Upon observing Lin Jiaojiao, the old lady's face, covered in wrinkles, transitioned from indifference to sternness, her expression dark.
"Your daughter-in-law greets you, Mother. May you remain golden and at peace." Madam Shen warmly led everyone in paying respects to Old Lady Lin, smiling all the while.
