Miss Truth

Wan Lu said, "It is said that after the Lady has paid homage to the ancestral temple, she should recognize the intimate family members of the Xiao clan."

Xiao Song frowned, "Shouldn’t it be Mother who introduces me?"

Wan Lu also had this doubt, which is why she had already asked the maid, "The old Lady went with the Duke to thank the guests."

During the mourning period, one must cut off or at least reduce social interactions, thus at this time many people would come upon hearing the news of a death. One reason is to mourn the deceased, and the other is to bid a brief farewell.

"Wan Lu, ask the maid to wait for me at the Inner Gate. I’ll change my clothes," Ran Yan said as she turned to enter the house, but Xiao Song caught her arm, "Don’t go."

Ran Yan looked at his deeply furrowed brows and couldn’t help but want to laugh, "Xiao Yuezhi, I’ve noticed that you are becoming more and more childish."

In fact, most men have a childish side; it’s just that Xiao Song usually appears so serious that his childish moments seem particularly striking by contrast.

"Anyway, I forbid you to go." In his own home, Xiao Song dared not let Ran Yan out of his sight.

"Stop being stubborn, I’m not some delicate, frail woman. I can take care of myself," Ran Yan said, holding his hand to comfort him.