After two days had passed like this, Madam Lu brought Song Zhiqing along with the two children to Chunhui Hall to pay respects to Song Ci.
After a dozen days of illness, Song Lingzhou had just begun to recover from his severe sickness, and he hadn’t yet regained his energy. He appeared droopy and noticeably thinner, and the sumr clothes made in spring hung loosely on his body.
"Your grandson has been unfilial, causing grandmother to worry." Song Lingzhou knelt on the ground, respectfully kowtowing to Song Ci, his voice sowhat hoarse.
Song Ci quickly called him to get up, instructing Chun Fen to help him up, and beckoned him to co forward. She held onto him to examine him closely.
"You’ve lost so much weight, your face looks so sharp." Song Ci caressed Song Lingzhou’s cheek, her eyes full of distress, saying, "Good boy, you’ve truly suffered during this ti."
Song Lingzhou, still just a child, felt a sense of reliance seeing Song Ci’s gentle and concerned deanor, and leaned over.
"It’s not hard for your grandson, after all, I’ve endured through it. But making grandmother worry, that was my lack of filial piety."
Song Ci embraced him, calling out affectionately her dear heart and soul, repeatedly saying, "What lack of filial piety, grandmother doesn’t like to hear those words. You being healthy and standing before grandmother, whole and intact, is your greatest filial act."
Song Lingzhou smiled bashfully.
"This illness has caused you to grow, there’s not much flesh on your face, but you seem to be heading towards the direction of a tall, rich, and handso man. However, you’re still young now, most important is to regain your health. Once you’ve recovered, make sure to maintain regular exercise. A strong body makes it less likely to fall ill, understand?"
Song Lingzhou respectfully bowed: "Grandson will carefully follow grandmother’s teachings."
"Speaking of your illness, the one who worried the most was your mother. It was her who didn’t care about life and death and took care of you tirelessly day and night. She was the most exhausted. So in the future, you must rember this point and never defy her."
Madam Lu’s eyes turned warm as she listened, turning away to wipe the corners of her eyes.
Song Lingzhou quickly stepped forward to support and comfort her.
Watching this scene of maternal love and filial piety, Song Zhiqing felt a mix of emotions.
Earlier, watching Song Ci’s affection towards her legitimate son, he observed coldly that it was truly genuine, without any pretense. Indeed, Song Ci treated Zhou’er as if he were her legitimate grandson.
But what about those born of concubines?
Song Zhiqing glanced at Jing Shui, who was standing silently holding her child, feeling sowhat depressed.
Song Ci seed to have just noticed Jing Shui and beckoned, "Little Five, co over and let have a look."
Jing Shui walked over holding the child, standing before Song Ci, always wrapped in a light cloak. Song Lingyi, lying in her arms, now had his entire face exposed to Song Ci.
Speaking of it, Bai’s pair of twins were born in May, just a month younger than Yuanyuan, and it was said they were quite clever, learning to speak early.
Now, the child nestled quietly in Jing Shui’s arms, his eyes did not move quickly, his face barely the size of a palm had thinned considerably, originally a fair complexion now had several pockmarks and scars, looking sowhat bumpy.
Song Ci’s eyes flashed, fearing he might end up with a pockmarked face. In ancient tis, appearance was highly regarded, if he truly ended up with a pockmarked face, the child might as well be dood.
But that wasn’t the important part, what was crucial was the child’s response.
Song Lingyi lay in Jing Shui’s arms, gazing at Song Ci, his eyes weren’t particularly lively but rather a bit dazed, with so drool flowing from the corner of his mouth.
Song Ci felt a heavy heart, casually pulling out a hairpin to tease him: "Little Five, look here."
After being teased by Song Ci for a long while, Song Lingyi finally grinned —
A little foolishly!
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