"Madam, Third Miss and Fourth Young Master have co to pay their respects to you," Hong You said with a smile.
Song Ci’s eyes curved into a smile: "Let the children in."
Song Ruwei walked in holding her younger brother’s hand, and in a muffled voice, perford a kowtow ceremony for Song Ci.
"No need for formalities, rise," Song Ci instructed them with a smile. "You don’t go to the clan school, so why co to pay your respects now? Didn’t I tell you that you only need to co on the first and fifteenth days?"
The two looked up after getting off the floor, and Song Ci exclaid teasingly, "The Autumn Festival hasn’t even passed yet, so it’s not fully autumn, but why do you siblings look as wilted as eggplants after autumn?"
Song Lingzhou stepped forward with a tearful voice: "Grandmother, can you have soone give us leave from the clan school today? We don’t want to attend lessons."
Song Ci was taken aback: "Why is that? You want to skip school and have your grandmother help cover it up?"
"No, it’s just that my mother seed to have argued with father, and she’s been crying very hard. Grandmother, I want to stay with her," Song Lingzhou said, pouting, his eyes also red.
An argunt?
Song Ci exchanged a glance with Nanny, puzzled over why there’d be an argunt from miles apart.
Nanny quietly stepped out to gather information.
Song Ci then brought Song Lingzhou closer, holding him, and said: "You don’t want to go to the clan school and want to stay with your mother — has she agreed to it? And what about Wei’er, does she not want to go too?"
Song Ruwei bit her lip gently and said, "Grandmother, I worry about mother."
Just now Mada Lu really scared her; since she was born, she had never seen her mother cry so bitterly, or understood what her father wrote in the letter about sothing burdened?
Song Ruwei’s heart tightened, was it referring to father? Did father wrong mother?
"You are all good children who respect your parents. But your mother hasn’t said she wants you to keep her company, so there’s no need to ask for leave on her behalf. If you want to make her happy, wouldn’t it be better to study well what the teacher teaches today? Zhou’er can try writing a poem or two and practice calligraphy for her to see. As for Wei’er, she can play a few tunes on the zither for her."
Among the daughters-in-law of the family, when it cos to strict parenting, Mada Lu is the best. She’s particularly rigorous with these two children’s education, determined to mold them into academic prodigies, aiming for Song Ruwei to beco a versatile young lady skilled in the arts, so how would she tolerate them cutting classes?
"Grandmother, Zhou’er finds poetry the most difficult," Song Lingzhou said with a troubled expression, "it’s not my strength, you’re really putting on the spot here."
"Precisely because it’s not your strength, it becos all the more comndable, imagine if you could achieve success in an area that’s not your forte, wouldn’t your mother be overjoyed?"
Song Lingzhou fell silent, seemingly convinced, although he still felt perhaps Grandmother was coaxing him.
"But my mother she..."
"Your mother, she is just emotional now, she’ll be better in a while," Song Ci said with a smile, "You guys don’t need to concern yourselves with adult matters; just focus on fulfilling your roles as children. Colorful clothes and joyful expressions are good, but I think your mother would prefer so solitude right now."
Knowing Mada Lu’s strong character, she would hardly want her children to see her so vulnerable and in distress.
"Moreover, if you skip the clan school just to stay with her, what can you actually do? You can’t help your mother scold your father, nor truly empathize with her — you’re still too young. One person being sad is one thing, but several being sad together, wouldn’t that be a loss?"
Song Ruwei: "..."
Grandmother’s consolation sohow didn’t seem so clear.
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