This just looks like a poor woman. I don't understand why these servants are so enthusiastic. Mrs. Yang muttered to herself as she watched Su Wenyue calling the servant girl in to instruct something. Not wanting to eavesdrop so blatantly, she followed behind the servant girl, curious about what she was going to do.
"You are tidying up the room here, aren't you?" Mrs. Yang walked in and asked, certain that the daughter-in-law had ordered this. She just didn't know why the room was being tidied up. Her son had lectured her this morning. Although it seemed logical, Mrs. Yang still felt uncomfortable. His words clearly favored the daughter-in-law. It must be that Mrs. Su said something to her or her son yesterday, trying to drive a wedge between mother and son.
