Bai Qingzhu was acutely aware that Mo Qianxue, after all, had lived with Madam Xiao for so many years, fostered an extraordinarily deep bond. Had it not been for her, perhaps they would not have reached this juncture.
Madam Xiao spoke with earnest gravity, "Qingzhu, don't feel psychologically burdened. There's really nothing to it. When it comes down to it, she brought this upon herself, and from beginning to end, you've been very accommodating towards her. Grandma knows all this."
Bai Qingzhu hung her head, unsure of what else to say.
"All right, let this matter be bygones, and let's not bring it up again. We still have our lives to live. By the way, Qingzhu, how are you feeling now?"
"I'm fine now, Grandma."
"Mmm, that's good."
Walking out, Pan Xueqin took a casual stroll with her in the courtyard.
