Indeed, she was in a somewhat dazed state.
Once she was the most beautiful woman in Chang'an City, but now she had become like this, all because of losing her beloved youngest daughter.
Jiang Ning stared at her for a while.
Chunlai and Xiaqu, the two maidservants, came over.
"Seventh Miss," they both bowed, "The meal is ready. Will you have it here with Madam, or shall we return to our own courtyard?"
"Let's go back. I have some questions for you."
"What about Madam here..."
"I'll come back later tonight."
Returning to her own courtyard, the table was full of dishes, but most of them were stews with simple flavors.
Although Jiang Ning had no appetite, she was hungry, so she picked up a steamed bun to chew on.
Chunlai laughed, "Why don't you eat some dishes? This chicken soup is good. Let me serve you a bowl and you can try it."
A small bowl of chicken soup was placed in front of her.
Jiang Ning smelled the fishy smell and her stomach suddenly churned.
