When Song Zhiyuan walked in, he saw the Madam of the Song Family stand up, so he smiled and waved her down with a hand.
"No need to get up; you've had a long day today. Just stay seated."
Although the Madam of the Song Family was pleased with his thoughtfulness, she did not sit down happily. Instead, she curtsied in respect, helped him settle onto the Arhat bed first, and then sat on the other side.
Song Zhiyuan kicked off his shoes, drew one leg up on the couch, rested his hand on the table near the couch, and took a sip of the tea handed to him by a maid before casually flipping through the list of gifts.
"I've already had a tiring day today; why pore over these right now? They can enter storage tomorrow without urgency."
The Madam of the Song Family smiled and said, "Since I'm lounging anyway, there's no harm in taking a look. Prime Minister, see here, the Eldest Prince sent a pastels-covered lucky Ru Yi beauty vase."
