Song Ci felt indifferent about Wen Zishan’s ambition to climb higher. People, aren’t striving for greater heights in a sense a form of progress?
What surprised her, though, was Wen Zishan’s approach. Clearly well-educated, yet how did she make such a rash mistake? It was nearly akin to self-destructing one’s reputation.
After all, in ancient tis, the distinction between n and won was emphasized, even if you’re not alone in a room with soone, in the eyes of outsiders, it’s considered reckless and inappropriate because you’re already fourteen and ready for matchmaking, not a little girl anymore.
After pondering, Song Ci could only think of one reason: a young woman’s heart had been stirred. Seeing Prince Zhou, the handso prince, she lost her senses, and couldn’t move her legs—commonly known as ’love brain.’
But Madam Song’s victorious mother hen deanor left her speechless. Recently, you were bending over backwards to find nice words for her, and now you’ve turned your back?
Song Ci inexplicably envisioned a classic scene, yeah, it’s like the past where you called her little sweetheart, and now calling her Madam Cow.
Wen Zishan might also say, once you praised to the heavens, now you discard like worn shoes, such a heartless woman!
As for being straightforward, Madam Song naturally couldn’t match her mother-in-law. She chuckled awkwardly and said, "Mother, your daughter-in-law feels indignant, don’t you think it’s unreasonable for her to act as if nothing happened despite knowing the incident?"
"Perhaps she genuinely doesn’t consider it a big deal, after all, there were many people around, can’t really say she lost her reputation." Song Ci herself felt it wasn’t a big deal, but she wasn’t a true ancient person, so she didn’t speak out to avoid a scolding.
Madam Song choked for a mont and said, "Didn’t you look down on her? Why are you speaking for her now?"
Song Ci glared, "I’m just speaking according to the facts. I don’t really look down on her; I just think she’s incompatible with Su’er. Everyone has ambitions, there’s nothing wrong with wanting to climb higher."
Madam Song was indifferent.
"How about when Qi ca to ask for marriage, weren’t you and she snubbing the Yan family’s boy? And aid higher, choosing the third son of Duke Ying Mansion in the end?" Song Ci stabbed again.
Cough cough cough.
Madam Song choked on her own saliva and said awkwardly, "Mother, aren’t those ancient trivial matters, why do you still rember them?"
Rembering those things to poke her for fun every now and then?
Song Ci: "I’m just telling you, what you don’t want yourself, don’t impose on others. It’s the sa principle, one must rember to empathize with others."
Madam Song felt a bit embarrassed and said, "The daughter-in-law has learned."
"Actually the Yan boy isn’t bad, now I’ve heard they’ve conceived another child, which counts as two in three years, and he’s doing well locally, his achievents are definitely not bad." Song Ci sighed.
Madam Song was silent and sowhat saddened.
"Enough of this topic, I have to rest now. You’ve seen off Dan brother, then return to your courtyard. It’s exhausting enough after a day."
Madam Song rose, bowed to her, and left Chunhui Hall.
Nanny Gong said to Song Ci, "Your mouth is rciless, be careful Madam Song bears a grudge against you in her heart."
"I’m wronged, I didn’t do anything to her, just reminded her not to be too complacent. Being humane ans seeing through but not exposing, it’s a skill we should all cultivate. Being overly complacent often leads to downfall, look at Madam Wen and them—it’s too much of a show, and it collapsed!" Song Ci smirked and added, "Moreover, even if she bears a grudge, I’m not afraid because of one sentence."
"Oh?"
Song Ci proudly cleared her throat and dramatically declared, "I’m a queen, shining with confidence!"
Would she be afraid of her?
Nanny Gong: "..."
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