"We'll talk about these matters later, Wife. Take good care of your injuries," Lady Xing looked at Ran Yan's face, which had finally gained some flesh but had thinned again, and chose not to scold her at this time. Instead, she said, "Wife, you have been only drinking ginseng soup every day. You must be hungry by now. Let your old servant prepare some food for you."
"Xiao Song has done it," Ran Yan said.
Lady Xing's expression changed slightly, but she quickly concealed it, "He, a pampered noble from a prominent family, how would he know how to do these things? Your old servant will go check on it."
Ge Lan understood Lady Xing's implication and sighed internally. Should she persuade the Wife or not?
