Song Ci was exhausted.
"Dalang, I've woken up, you can all rest assured and leave, I wish to rest. Palace Nanny, ask them to leave, stop bustling around aninglessly."
If she continued to act with them like this, she might slip up, it was better to take a break.
The Old Lord couldn't stand Song Ci's pretentious manner, he snorted lightly, "Dalang ca straight back to see you after court, you don't appreciate it? You old woman, is getting older making you more troubleso?"
Song Ci glared, "Why are you still here!"
What she couldn't stand the most now was this chubby old man, how co she was elderly and fragile while he kept getting happier, embracing won on both sides.
"Oh-ho, why shouldn't I be in this room of yours? I'm your husband!" the Old Lord chuckled and was about to sit down.
Song Ci sneered inwardly, imdiately clutching her chest and pretending to be in pain, "Ah, my head hurts, my chest is tight, I might not make it."
Swish swish swish.
Everyone's eyes focused on the Old Lord.
The Old Lord's face turned green.
Song Ci gave him a provocative sideways glance, as if to say, "Amateurs, don't think I can't put on a show?"
"Father, you just got back from the manor, you should go back to your courtyard to wash up and rest. I'll take you back," Song Zhiyuan imdiately supported the Old Lord to lead him out.
The Madam chid in, "Father, I'll ask the kitchen to make your favorite pine nut fish, and we've been burning incense in your room every day too."
Getting indirectly ushered out by everyone, the Old Lord felt a bit embarrassed, but seeing Song Ci's pale, bluish face and her graying hair, and thinking of her temperant, he pursed his lips and said loudly, "I'm giving face to Dalang, old woman, you better get well for . Dalang just beca Pri Minister, and you're pulling this life-or-death stunt, are you unhappy that your son's life is too good? It's not easy for him to be Pri Minister, this seat isn't even warm yet, you can't 'get into mourning' for him..."
Song Ci's gaze looked coldly at the Old Lord, then at the people in the room.
So that's how it was, fearing her death would cause Song Zhiyuan to mourn and pause his career, she thought this husband truly cared.
Seeing the old man starting his nonsense again, Song Zhiyuan quickly escorted him out.
The room suddenly fell silent.
Palace Nanny signaled with her eyes for Hong You and the other maids to leave one by one, then gently advised, "Grand Madam, don't be upset, the Old Lord is just like that, he ans no harm; he is worried about you, after all, it has been decades of marriage."
"I know," Song Ci replied perfunctorily, pulling the corners of her mouth, "I am tired, you may leave."
Palace Nanny hurried to help her lie down, adjusted the incense burning in the gilded three-legged censer, and left only after seeing Song Ci close her eyes.
Feeling everyone was gone, Song Ci opened her eyes, sat up with her hands supporting the bed, and pressed her chest, frowning.
Logically, everyone here should be strangers to her, she shouldn't have any feelings; however, after hearing what the Old Lord said earlier, her heart surged with a strong sense of resentnt, almost erupting on the spot.
Even now, she felt unwillingness, unfairness, and a chilling emptiness in her heart.
This wasn't the emotional response she should be experiencing, so could it be the residual will of the original owner?
Song Ci shivered, murmuring, "If it were , I would feel the sa, unwilling and unfair, finally becoming the esteed Old Lord only to perish at the mont of extre joy. Tragic, truly tragic."
No one answered in the air, just a gentle breeze lifted the bed's gauze curtain.
Song Ci pressed her lips together and continued, "I don't think you'd really want to see your Dalang soaring high yet suddenly struck back to mourn. Since I've been in your body once, I will definitely live a few more years for you, so may your body lend so strength."
As soon as she finished speaking, she inexplicably felt a sense of lightness co over her, leaving her sowhat surprised.
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