Madam Song handed a cup of tea to Song Zhiyuan and sat on the other side of the kang table.
"Husband, should we really not worry about Mother?" Madam Song hesitated, "If Father wants to take a concubine, it's nothing much; the family can afford it. I'm just afraid it will upset Mother, and she hasn't fully recovered yet."
Song Zhiyuan took a sip of tea and said, "Seeing Mother's demeanor just now, there shouldn't be any problem. Besides, there's still Nanny Gong watching over her."
Madam Song felt a bit relieved, recalling that Peony Lady who pretended to be poised, and found it a bit annoying, "That Wu woman really has big plans, husband, what do you think?"
Song Zhiyuan lowered his eyes, fingers caressing the tea cup, his voice soft: "Father is already at this age; he doesn't really need a second wife. A few young and charming companions to talk and play with are sufficient."
