The sky was bright, and the doors of the Song Mansion were wide open. Stewards and maids took their places, each performing their duties, preparing to welcome guests from all directions.
Madam Song was dressed in a robe woven with gold and silver threads, the hem embroidered with vivid peonies. Her hair was piled into a cloud-like coiffure adorned with emeralds, her ornaments chiming elegantly. Her porcelain white face was painted with a peony makeup, epitomizing grace, dignity, and elegance.
Facing the group of maids and older female servants kneeling to celebrate her birthday, Madam Song slightly curved her lips and lifted her wrist gently: "Rise, and receive your reward."
Her heart was stirred and filled with a sense of pride.
The maids and older women smiled and thanked profusely, accepting the silver ingots offered by the head maid beside Madam, and spouted auspicious words as if they cost nothing.
