As soon as Song Ci got into the carriage, her face darkened. The flower banquet was truly vexing.
"I should have known better than to come."
Nanny Gong showed an indescribable expression: "Logically, you could have not come, except for how upset you felt."
Alright, it really was her own fault. With her status, she didn’t have to go to a minor fifth-rank official’s house to view flowers. Her going was an honor for the Bai Family.
As a result, she went out of boredom and ended up disgusting herself.
Song Ci racked her brains and only managed to say after a long while: "If I hadn’t gone, I wouldn’t have known Prince Zhou was such a dog. Did you see? He wouldn’t even let a child go."
She wasn’t unobservant either, having mingled in the palace for years, she naturally noticed the calculating look in Prince Zhou’s eyes.
Indeed, considering the Song Family’s connections, which prince wouldn’t be eyeing them?
Song Ruwei was only nine years old this year. Though young, she wouldn’t surpass six years before reaching marriageable age, the timing was perfect.
"All the bustling in the world is for gain. Just let it go," Nanny Gong said gently. "Just because he fancies her doesn’t mean he can have her. It still depends on you and the Prime Minister."
Song Ci lowered her eyes and said faintly, "Actually, what’s most important is still her parents."
Nanny Gong fell silent, thinking of the third master and the third madam, and whether, if they learned their daughter had a chance to enter the Royal Family, they would seize it.
"There’s no need to talk to Mrs. Lu about this, nor mention any warnings," Song Ci added. Google seaʀᴄh 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝·𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖·𝕟𝕖𝕥
Nanny Gong raised an eyebrow, not mention it?
Song Ci: "Wei’er will tell her."
Then they would see what kind of attitude Mrs. Lu had.
The carriage slowly stopped at the east side gate of the Prime Minister’s Mansion. As soon as they got off, they saw an old maid rush out and brighten up upon seeing Song Ci.
"Madam, you’ve returned to the house. The old servant was just ordered to go to Bai Mansion to invite you."
Song Ci: "What happened?"
"It’s the second madam who has gone into labor. The madam ordered the old servant to welcome you back, but who would have expected you’d already reached the gate?"
Song Ci was shocked and immediately took Nanny Gong’s hand to walk inside, then called loudly to Song Ruwei behind her, "Wei’er, go back to your courtyard by yourself."
Having said that, she hurriedly rushed towards the Liu Ting Pavilion.
At Liu Ting Pavilion, Madam Song was sitting in command. The servants and maids in the courtyard were not in disarray, everything was in order, except for one person who was truly an eyesore.
"Second brother, why don’t you go to the outer study to wait or sit? You’re making my eyes spin with all your pacing."
Song Zhicheng rubbed his hands and said, "Sister-in-law, my wife is in there giving birth to my child. How can I just run off? No, I have to stay here with her."
"Then sit down and stop pacing."
Song Zhicheng couldn’t sit still. He went briskly to the window of the birthing room, put his ear against it: there was no sound, which made him anxious, "Yingniang, are you okay? Why is there no sound? I’m just outside, don’t be afraid."
Inside, Jiang, who was enduring the pain, heard him and found it both infuriating and amusing: "Get out of here, don’t disturb me."
Hearing the voice, Song Zhicheng grinned, "I’m not leaving, I’ll stay right here."
Mrs. Lu came out of the birthing room and, seeing her brother-in-law worried sick, felt a pang of bitterness in her heart.
"Second brother, being here will only distract second sister-in-law. Better to sit in the courtyard. It won’t be that fast anyway."
"It’s fine, I’ll just stay here quietly."
"Even if you’re silent, with you standing here, the maids are scared. Get out of the way." Song Ci arrived just in time to hear her second son say this. She stepped forward quickly and glared at him.