The Theater Pavilion was filled with exclamations of surprise.
Song Si’s magic tricks really opened the eyes of these sheltered Madams, more interesting than watching a play. So novel!
Only Song Ci was awkwardly smiling; these ancient Madams, who hadn’t seen much of the outside world, were easily impressed. Otherwise, with Si’s subpar magic, even a three-year-old today could spot the flaws.
Seeing the crowd applauding, Song Si was so proud. He seized the opportunity and, with a look from his mother, made a pigeon magically appear above the shoulder of the girl sitting next to Madam Wei, even placing it in front of Wang Qiuman.
Wang Qiuman watched him with wide eyes.
Song Si also looked at her, with an expression of surprise, joy, and curiosity.
Wang Qiuman pointed at his sleeve: "Fourth Young Master, the net bag for the pigeon is about to fall."
Looking down, indeed, with his exaggerated movements, more than half of the net bag holding the pigeon hidden in his sleeve was exposed.
Oh no, I’ve been exposed.
Song Si’s face turned all sorts of colors, glaring at Wang Qiuman, thinking, Are you even a girl, acting so disinterested, not to mention exposing me?
Wang Qiuman looked innocent, as she had seen through it and was just reminding him. What’s wrong?
Song Ci couldn’t help but laugh.
Madam Wei also laughed, and following one after another, quite a few Madams joined in.
Oh my, this is too funny.
Song Si released the pigeon and said, "Ladies, have fun. I am off."
Darn, if I don’t leave now, I’ll lose both face and dignity.
Before leaving, Song Si gave Wang Qiuman a look as if saying, Just you wait.
Song Family’s Fourth Young Master probably isn’t the sharpest tool in the shed.
The crowd couldn’t stop laughing.
"Madam, your Fourth Young Master is really something, an adult ready for marriage yet still acting like a child," someone said to Song Ci with a laugh, "Having such an amusing son to entertain you, you must be delighted."
"If he doesn’t drive me mad, it’s the Bodhisattva watching over me. I’m just hoping someone can manage him," Song Ci glanced at Wang Qiuman.
Wang Qiuman’s heart skipped a beat.
Madam Bai, holding a handkerchief, said, "Fourth Young Master Song is handsome, but it’s a pity he has no academic achievements."
Ha, this Madam Bai keeps testing my patience, doesn’t she?
Holding her teacup, Song Ci said, "What’s the pity? Our Fourth Young Master, the Magician even said he has a fate of wealth and nobility. Whether he has academic achievements or not doesn’t matter, considering his elder brother is the Prime Minister of the current dynasty."
Madam Bai’s smile froze.
You’re the only one, Madam Song, who can speak so straightforwardly about backing someone up.
"Some people are just born lucky, enjoying wealth without struggling. Oh, Madam Bai, when will your young one take the exams? Let me tell you, you must watch his studies closely. Don’t let him be like our Si, the youngest with no achievements, only relying on his elder brother."
We can’t tell if you’re being humble; instead, we feel you’re showing off, or else we wouldn’t feel envious.
Song Ci seemed unaware of Madam Bai’s embarrassment and said, "Well, the show is over, time to eat and drink. Shall we move to the banquet?"
Madam Wei took her arm obligingly: "I’ve been waiting for this. I heard the cooks in your estate make authentic Jiangnan cuisine that is top-notch."
Madam Song directed a maid to lead the crowd to the flower hall, giving the embarrassed Madam Bai a sidelong glance. Serves you right for being too talkative.