To welco the arrival of Duke Cheng’en, Wan Yicheng, Song Ci organized a small family banquet, allowing the children to get to know each other.
Wan Yicheng was sowhat surprised; he hadn’t expected Song Ci to go to such lengths to host a family banquet for him.
A family banquet, bringing back mories of living with his parents and grandmother; after they passed away, he no longer had a family.
Looking at this bustling gathering, Wan Yicheng smiled shyly, pursing his lips.
No wonder the Empress Dowager Aunt said the Song Family had a simple household, making it feel more comfortable upon his arrival; indeed, she hadn’t lied to him.
"After dinner, co to my study, and I’ll test you on your lessons," Song Zhiyuan said, looking at the little Wan Yicheng.
Wan Yicheng promptly put down his chopsticks, sat up straight, nodding respectfully in agreent.
The Empress Dowager Aunt had said that Pri Minister Song’s knowledge was no less than that of the Scholars at the Imperial Academy. To beco a useful person, one must study diligently, read broadly, and gather diverse ideas.
Just as Aunt Lian Xin said, he is a child of fortune, with such an opportunity to inherit, which is hard to co by, he must not disappoint the Empress Dowager’s expectations.
Wan Yicheng didn’t understand great principles, but he didn’t want to return to his uncle’s house, where he was treated like a horse to ride and humiliated. He had to make people look up to him.
At another table, Madam Lu, observing the dignified Wan Yicheng, couldn’t help her sparkling gaze.
"Mother, have you truly decided to go to the estate near Songshan Temple to escape the sumr heat?" Song Zhicheng asked his mother. "There are so many sumr resorts; Lian Village also has a lake. Why go all the way to the temple area?"
Song Ci replied, "Madam Wei invited to incense and listen to the scriptures, and since we have an estate there, it’s fine to stay for a few days. It’s too hot these days."
In fact, she couldn’t stand being cooped up at ho; she was eager to see the Great Qing mountains and rivers.
Song Zhiyu remarked, "Going for incense is just an excuse; you’re really there for matchmaking, right?"
Song Ci sneered, "Exactly, so what? You don’t have the blessing to match with that girl anyway."
Song Zhiyu: "..."
The chicken leg in his mouth suddenly lost its flavor; his mother was becoming increasingly adept at undermining him.
"Mother, I feel you are disliking more each day; you don’t love anymore!" Song Zhiyu said, aggrieved.
Song Ci exclaid, "It’s rare you actually have self-awareness. So be sensible, stop being picky, and obediently find soone for your old mother to et and settle down with."
These past two days, she had vaguely felt the elderly lady of the household watching her from the bedside, which was terrifying.
Song Zhiyu lanted, "Heaven help , let a little sister fall from the sky soon, or else Mother won’t let in the house!"
Everyone laughed heartily.
After the al, Song Ci was accompanied by her second daughter-in-law and son for a walk in the back garden, while the others returned to their respective courtyards.
Song Ruwei was also taken by her mother to the Plum Garden for a chat.
"Mother, what exactly do you want to say to ? At the banquet, you kept winking at ," Song Ruwei looked curiously at her mother. "Instructor Xiu has assigned howork; I still need to go back and trace so floral patterns."
Madam Lu instructed the wet nurse to take Song Lingzhou away for a wash and nap, then pulled her daughter to sit on the couch, teasing, "Howork can’t be completed in a mont. Don’t rush; Mother has sothing to tell you."
"What is it?"
"Did you see the little lord today?"
Song Ruwei was taken aback for a mont; the little lord ant Wan Yicheng, right? She couldn’t help but feel speechless. "Mother, such a big person, your daughter isn’t blind, how could I not see him?"
Besides, when he ca to the mansion, he even brought gifts for everyone in the family. How could he be ignored?
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