As Master Jinghui's sermon approached, Song Ci encountered more and more noble Madams, most of whom had once been present at her eldest daughter-in-law's birthday banquet, so they were familiar faces.
However, the Marquis Weiyuan's Madam was unfamiliar.
"On your eldest daughter-in-law's birthday, she was ill and didn't attend. But haven't you met her before? Don't you remember?" Madam Wei asked in surprise.
Song Ci didn't blink as she replied, "I'm of the age where I start forgetting things. I never much liked attending banquets anyway, so how could I remember so many people?"
Upon hearing this, Madam Wei felt a twinge of discomfort in her heart.
They were all getting old, starting to forget things.
Perhaps Song Ci's gaze was too intense, for the Marquis Weiyuan's Madam glanced over, nodded slightly at Song Ci, but looked at Madam Wei with more enthusiasm.
Song Ci also nodded in acknowledgment.
