When it was close to midnight.
The lanterns were taken down, and the liveliness dissipated.
The noblewomen in the pavilion bade farewell and left with their maidservants and servants.
A few of the women had wooden expressions and did not greet the others. They left gloomily like defeated roosters.
They came in high spirits but returned in low spirits.
Originally, they wanted to make use of that son-in-law as an excuse to take Song Ruyue down a notch. However, they did not expect that they would be counterattacked.
They were so depressed that they wanted to spit out blood!
"Qingwan, this is all your fault. Why did you interfere in this? Can't you just chat with Weimo in the house?"
"That's right. It wasn't easy for us and your aunt to find an opportunity to dampen her spirits, but you ruined it all."
After leaving the residence, a few of them started scolding Su Qingwan in the carriage.