Song Ci sat at the seat reserved for the Imperial Decree, smiling and greeting everyone one by one, then sat in her designated spot.
"Madam, it’s been a few days since we last t, and your presence is as pleasant as ever." The seat of Madam Guan from the Duke Dingguo Mansion was right next to Song Ci’s; behind her, Guan Shuyan curtsied in greeting.
Song Ci’s eyes curved into a smile, "Madam Guan and Miss Guan Liu are both well."
Madam Guan chuckled, her gaze shifting to Madam Wen, who was watching intently, with a hint of aning in her eyes.
To think that Miss Wen would make such a basic mistake; the marriage alliance between the Song Family and the Wen Family was no longer feasible.
Madam Wen nodded with a smile, but her hands placed on her lap clenched tightly, feeling aggrieved at heart.
Ultimately, there are still so regrets!
After the incident at Wanbao Tower, those who originally intended to propose had fallen silent, replaced by families considered riffraff, and even the Ji Family dared to send feelers.
It was utterly humiliating.
Song Ci also offered a smile to Madam Wen, which seed sowhat genuine. Madam Wen was montarily stunned, then softly smiled, and sighed; the Matron of the Song Family was indeed magnanimous.
She was unaware, however, that in Song Ci’s view, it was not a major issue, and the Wen Family had no conflicts with their family, so there was no need to kick them when they were down.
But truly, Wen Zishan had indeed lost a lot of weight; her originally rounded face was now sharp, yet her brow carried more gloom, making her appear even more aloof.
Song Ci looked down; everyone must pay the price for their actions.
On this side, Madam Song was asking Madam Guan various questions with excessive enthusiasm; tut, it smacked of ulterior motives.
Song Ci gently coughed, glancing at Madam Song, warning her not to be too obvious and excessive; it was unsightly.
Madam Song: "..."
Song Ci looked around the room again, her gaze eting with Princess Consort Ji sitting at the left of Empress Dowager Wang. Before she could smile to greet her, the latter rolled her eyes prominently.
Song Ci: "..."
She suddenly recalled a future : when the other party didn’t want to talk to you and threw a dog at you.
Did she dig up her grave?
Sneakily, when no one was watching, Song Ci made a quick funny face at Princess Consort Ji.
Mutually assured tornt!
Princess Consort Ji widened her eyes, looking shocked as if she’d seen a ghost, pointing at Song Ci.
When others looked over, Song Ci presented a gentle, kind smile, appearing quite harmless and puzzled.
Princess Consort Ji: "..."
The wicked woman grew old!
Song Ci remarked, "It seems the Ji Family is aware of taboos and has refrained from coming."
Madam Guan leaned over, saying, "As their family just had a bereavent, they wouldn’t dare co to attend the Emperor’s Longevity Festival, lest they bring bad luck. But in a few days, their family will hold a joyous occasion too."
Both Song Ci and Madam Song were taken aback, "What?"
Madam Guan mysteriously said, "It’s said that ever since the passing of his late wife, Master Ji hasn’t had an appetite and has repeatedly dreamt of his wife’s spirit urging him to remarry promptly, lest her spirit remain unsettled. So, to honor his late wife’s wishes, Master Ji has already selected a bride. I’m sure in a few days, you’ll receive an invitation at your mansion."
"Tsk tsk, he really knows how to pretend to uphold principles, using a ghost story to justify remarrying. It must be hard for them," Song Ci said with a cynical smile.
Clearly, he wanted to remarry himself but blad it on the deceased; was he not afraid she’d truly co for him at night, given how unjustly she died?
Just as Madam Song was about to speak, a sharp voice exclaid, "The Emperor arrives!"
The longevity feast began.
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