Song Ci waited for Madam to leave, then imdiately moved over, leaning on the beauty couch, and called herself tired.
"Quickly, let Xiaoman and the others co and give a massage. This day’s trouble has exhausted the old lady like !" Song Ci pounded her waist; it wasn’t an exaggeration, she was truly tired.
After all, she was old, couldn’t sit for long, let alone entertain for half a day. Even her mouth had stiffened from smiling.
Nanny Gong summoned soone and said, "The Pri Minister ca by earlier."
Song Ci responded with an ’oh’ and asked, "Why didn’t he co in?"
"Probably because he heard your words to Madam, so he didn’t enter." Nanny Gong lit a calming incense.
Song Ci wasn’t bothered by her perceptive son not coming in, saying, "It’s good if he heard, saves from repeating it. After all, they are the parents, it’s natural for them to decide their children’s marriage. I’m old, can’t manage it."
Nanny Gong looked at her tired face and said, "You say you can’t manage it, but aren’t you still trying hard to determine the eligibility? Before, you thought the young master was a match for the princess, and now you feel Miss Wen is dismissing him?"
"In my heart, Su’er is worthy of anyone, but others may not see it that way. From the start, it’s not a willing marriage, just getting by is exhausting. When the two truly unite, each dismisses the other’s manner, how can they discuss matters together?" Song Ci sighed, "If a young couple can’t live agreeably, over ti resentnt is inevitable. Eventually, the man might change and take a concubine, and the woman becos bitter. Why bother?"
"Let remind you, many couples live this way; youthful intimacy eventually settles into tranquility and monotony. You need not be overly demanding."
Song Ci smiled, "I know, which is why if we can choose a satisfying match, it fulfills the child. Their happiness is above all."
But Nanny Gong said, "Your heart is soft, yet you don’t understand that the world inevitably leaves regrets; excessive demands result in failure..."
Her voice paused, and she turned her head to find the old lady had already closed her eyes soti before, softly snoring. She couldn’t help but chuckle, then sighed.
She signaled to Xiaoman and the others, who withdrew their hands and carefully retreated. They fetched a blanket and gently covered Song Ci before leaving.
Nanny Gong tucked the blanket corners, seeing the irrepressible fatigue on Song Ci’s face, pursing her lips not from the heart for Song Mansion’s sake, or would she be so exhausted that even the grandchildren’s marriages needed careful consideration.
"Just hope they rember your kindness." Nanny Gong brushed away the fine silver strands from her face, murmuring.
When Madam returned to the main courtyard, Song Zhiyuan was leaning against the south window’s beauty couch, lost in thought, brows furrowed as if unable to make a decision.
"When did the Pri Minister return?"
"Returned long ago, discussed matters with the gentlen in the council hall before coming back. Knowing you were hosting a banquet, he didn’t disturb you. Your health just recovered, is entertaining for a day tolerable?"
Madam had the maid assist her in changing into more formal attire behind the screen, rustling for a while before changing into casual wear. The complex hairstyle was disentangled, extra hairpins removed, only arranging a loose fallen bun, cleansing her face, then sitting at the other end of the couch.
"Tired, truly tired, after all, more than a year without such socializing, but there is so gain indeed."
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