Chapter 1: Transmigrated into an Ancestral Founder
"Madam's fortune is truly too thin, how could she not pull through at this critical moment? The mother of the newly appointed Prime Minister, with an Imperial Decree of the highest order, such a distinguished status, the days of enjoying life have just begun, yet she has suddenly collapsed."
"Don't talk nonsense, Madam's fortune is as vast as the East Sea, she will get better."
"But Sister Hong You, it has been a whole day and night, Madam hasn't woken up, could it be that she can't hold on..."
"Shut up!" The woman called Hong You whispered sharply, "You little fool, do you want to die? If Madam and the others hear what you said, no one can save you."
"I, I wasn't cursing Madam, just worried that us maids won't have anywhere to go, Sister Hong You, I'm scared."
"..."
Hong You sighed deeply, who wasn't scared? At their age, they were supposed to be getting married, but none were paired off. If Madam were to pass, not to mention getting married, even their lives as close-serving maids couldn't be guaranteed.
Behind a Zitan wood crane screen, Song Ci opened her muddled eyes, stared blankly at the plain blue canopy overhead, listened to the conversation outside, and processed scattered memories of her predecessor.
After a while, she moved her slightly cracked lips, muttering lowly.