Song Ci looked at the two concubines below, full of a strong desire to survive, and finally showed her benevolence: "Get up and speak."
The two supported each other as they stood up from the ground, looking at Song Ci.
"Well, people should have ambition; otherwise, how are they different from salted fish?" Song Ci began her brainwashing again: "Even if you are just concubines, you should strive to be the most favored ones, making your counterpart unable to live without you. That is true progress."
Pfft.
Cough, cough.
Song Ci looked at her two daughters-in-law.
The Jiang family mbers tried to hold back their laughter, but they couldn’t, feeling terribly uncomfortable, so they could only awkwardly tug at the corners of their mouths.
Oh my, mother-in-law, is this how you use the term ’ambition’?
"Academic pursuits have their specialized teachings. Later, I will find so people to give you lessons. Now tell , where did the Patriarch bring back those girls from?" Shui Lianlian stepped forward, curtsying, and said, "President Ning Quan’an of the Yuqing Chamber of Comrce held a flower appreciation banquet. At that ti, the Patriarch took this humble concubine there. The banquet was held at Chengde Su Garden, with fine wine, gourt food, and countless famous flowers..."
"Just tell the opportunity for these girls to appear." Song Ci interrupted her.
After all, a banquet consists of those things. No need to elaborate.
"Yes." Shui Lianlian responded, saying, "Halfway through the banquet, a rchant nad Zhao Yuanwai praised the humble concubine, saying the Patriarch was extraordinarily fortunate."
As Shui Lianlian spoke, she slightly bit her lip, and her cheeks flushed. In truth, she was extrely anxious at the ti, fearing that after a couple of drinks, the Patriarch might thoughtlessly send her away on a re complint.
Being a concubine also depends on the person you serve, as it determines your social status.
Like herself, as a concubine to the Patriarch of the Song Minister’s Mansion, it was quite respectable, wasn’t it? Outside, who wouldn’t address her as Madam Auntie and shower her with admiration?
The most important point is that the Official Wife above her was a generous and kind person. Other household concubines were never like them, simply accompanying n to travel around like socialites, or relaxing on the estate, never needing to serve the Official Wife or follow rules.
Look at the other concubines, facing a tyrannical Official Wife, they could be beaten to death in vain. How could they compare to the comfort Shui Lianlian enjoyed?
So at that ti, her heart was up and down, but fortunately, the Patriarch wasn’t muddle-headed.
"Then Zhao Yuanwai started to talk about the noblen at ho, who, like the Patriarch, had endless fortunes. At this mont, another called Lu Yuanwai ntioned that the Pri Minister and his peers were only devoted to one Official Wife." Shui Lianlian said: "Hearing this, Zhao Yuanwai was a bit incredulous, thinking that with a status like the Pri Minister’s, how could there not be a few concubines accompanying him? In their words, an Official Wife should be virtuous, actively taking concubines for the husband as a form of kindness."
Song Ci’s face darkened.
Understood, they were deliberately finding an excuse to send won to their house.
"After being talked to so much, the Patriarch felt ashad, and just as President Ning ntioned he had prepared a batch of Yangzhou thin horses to give to several dignitaries, the Patriarch asked for a few to bring back, saying he was going to add a couple of charming servants for the Pri Minister and his brothers."
As Shui Lianlian explained further, she dared not look at the Jiang family mbers, only lowering her head and saying: "This humble concubine said at the ti, the Dowager wouldn’t approve, and it wasn’t appropriate to gift maidservants to the sons without the Official Wife’s consent. But those people said, once married one must follow the husband, and the Patriarch was the head of the family. Even though the humble concubine dissuaded him, the Patriarch insisted he had the final say and thus..."
Jiang and Lu looked at Song Ci, wondering if she would explode.
"Ha!" Song Ci sneered: "When people get old, it seems their brains turn to mush, blocking all intelligence—they’re just not online."
The harm was minimal, but the insult was significant.
Everyone: "..."
Ahem, it’s ti, let’s drink tea!
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