Song Ci stayed at the estate for a day, but returned to the Prime Minister’s Mansion the next day. After all, the weather was cool, and it felt even cooler by the mountains. Besides, there were many matters in the mansion, she couldn’t really help, but she shouldn’t lag behind and worry the family.
Upon returning to the mansion, Song Ci did not mention a word about the pursuit of the Iron Certificate, pretending she had never brought it up. Following her lead, Nanny also acted as if she had never heard of it and didn’t even tell Song Zhiyuan. Nᴇw novel chapters are publɪshed on novel⁂fire.net
Nanny felt there was no need to mention it. If said, Song Zhiyuan might get it on his mind and yearn for it, possibly inviting suspicion.
On the other hand, she thought Song Zhiyuan had his own understanding.
"Did you only seek out Master Jinghui?" Song Zhiyuan raised an eyebrow.
Nanny said with a smile, "Last time when Master Jinghui was lecturing, the Old Lady requested a lot of peace charms from him. This time, she also wanted him to bless, but the timing was not right, as the master has not returned yet."
Mentioning this, Song Zhiyuan also felt his face warm. As thick-skinned as he was, he felt embarrassed on behalf of his old mother.
"Do you know what kind of nightmare the Old Lady had?" Song Zhiyuan asked again.
Nanny shook her head, "This old servant did not inquire deeply." Pausing, she whispered, "But the Old Lady did mention, the Song Mansion is like a blooming garden, there must be something to rely on, to prevent unforeseen incidents."
Song Zhiyuan was taken aback and looked deeply at Nanny.
Nanny’s expression remained unchanged, acting only as a messenger.
"I understand," Song Zhiyuan instructed calmly, "You go back and serve carefully, make sure everyone below does their best, don’t bother the Old Lady with nonsense."
Nanny bent her knees in acknowledgment, bowed, took two steps back, then turned to leave.
As Song Zhiyuan watched her leave, he rubbed his fingers behind his back, his eyes deep in thought, reliance, is it?
Indeed, beneath the blooming garden, perhaps poisonous snakes may emerge, precautions are necessary.
In October, the weather started getting cold, and in the northern areas, it had already snowed in many places.
Song Ci attended Yan Zisheng’s wedding banquet. Naturally, she first went to Wang Qiuman’s place and was even invited by Grand Madam Wei to drink a cup of bridal farewell tea.
Of course, the gift Song Ci brought was also enviable; it was a set of golden hair ornaments, very exquisite and precious, ample enough to uphold the occasion.
After drinking in Wang Qiuman’s dowry chamber, she went to the Yan Family later to drink more.
There were many fellow scholars attending Yan Zisheng’s wedding, even the top-ranked scholar, Cui Changxiao, was there. So the wedding banquet was extremely lively. However, the most notable person at the wedding was still the esteemed teacher, Song Zhiyuan.
It was heard that Song Zhiyuan also attended the wedding banquet. Those who were calculating sent gifts too, and came to get a share of the drinks, giving Yan Zisheng plenty of face.
With so many people, it naturally became chaotic. Fortunately, Grand Madam Wei was well-prepared. She had already discussed it early with Madam Li, borrowing several stewards to help. Moreover, Wang Qiuman’s accompanying dowry had already set up early in the Yan Family residence. Though it was busy and hectic, it was organized and orderly, without major problems.
This made Madam Li extremely grateful and made her realize her own shortcomings and weaknesses. Seeing her daughter-in-law’s companions handle things decisively and efficiently, she made up her mind to let her daughter-in-law manage the household affairs while she would at ease become the Old Lord.
The three joys in life: meeting an old friend in a foreign land, achieving prestigious academic success, and the wedding night. Yan Zisheng had already claimed two.
He looked at his bride, as beautiful as peach and plum, smiled warmly, and lifted her hand.
Wang Qiuman smiled warmly, showing a hint of shyness, clasping his hand, and softly said, "Grow old together with you."