But that would show weakness to Lian Manman, losing the first round upon entering the fray.
Lian Huahua was unwilling and turned her eyes toward Old Madam Shen. She was now the most honored person in the Song Family. Although it was not appropriate for her to speak, as long as Old Madam Shen intervened, she could avoid kowtowing to Old Master Lian's dry tobacco pipe.
"Since it's like this, you should pay a grand tribute," Old Madam Shen sipped her tea, her face betraying no emotion. "And perform the rituals on behalf of your husband as well."
"Yes, Mother," Lian Huahua replied with her head down, a flash of reluctance and surprise crossing her face.
The oval-faced Xiao Chan brought over a brocade cushion and placed it in front of Lian Hua'er. Lian Huahua then knelt on the cushion; Lian Manman had already placed the dry tobacco pipe on the chair. Lian Huahua directed her bows to the tobacco pipe resting on the chair, one after another, before slowly rising to her feet.