The Third Madam reluctantly got up, “What good fortune for a useless person like me? It’s just making me uneasy with its noise.” It wasn’t that she didn’t hope for good things; after last night, she had seen through it all and resigned to her fate—this was her destiny. The greatest virtue of a woman is their ability to easily accept their fate.
“Madam, there’s great news.” Mama Hong, who had just stepped outside, ran back in surprise, nearly choking the Third Madam with her spit, “Is it a fire or a flood?”
“No… not that… it’s good news.” Mama Hong couldn’t even finish her sentence, as if something monumental was about to happen.
“What is it?” The Third Madam wiped away two specks of dust from her clothes, speaking indifferently.
“Mr. Lin’s steward just came.”
Hearing “Mr. Lin’s steward” made a difference. He was the symbol of Mr. Lin’s favor, and wherever he went, happiness would follow, usually bringing either good news or rewards.
“What does the steward want?” The Third Madam was puzzled; what could be so important in the east wing to warrant a personal visit from the head steward?
“He brought many medicinal herbs and new clothes, saying they were sent by Mr. Lin for you and the young miss.”
“Did Mr. Lin leave any message?” That was the important part.
“Mr. Lin said he will choose a day to renovate our east wing, and you should take the young miss for more walks in the mansion to recover soon.”
