Chapter 44: Whoever Destroys Her Dream of Being a Salted Fish, She’ll Thwart Them Like Thanos
As for Old Master Song protecting other women in front of her, Song Ci herself didn’t have much feeling about it. After all, she had no feelings for this man.
But if he wants to take in a second wife, that won’t do. Isn’t that clearly just going to mess up her family?
Song Ci knew that disputes were common in big families, mainly because of the number of people and the chaotic chatter. With many so-called masters, naturally, there are more disputes. After all, everyone has personal interests and wants to seek benefits for themselves.
Is it only at the court that people vie for power and profits? No, the backyard and the harem are likewise battlegrounds for power struggles, sometimes even darker and bloodier than the outside. The methods of the women would endlessly emerge.
Combining her own memories with what she had learned openly and secretly from Nanny in the palace, Song Ci naturally knew that the Song Family was one of the few peaceful families in the capital, without much nonsensical mess. It was not because the Song Family, a rising noble from a poor family, did not understand, but because the Song Family did not have many people.
At present, the Song Family, although there are concubines, they are the Old Master Song’s two concubines, who have not borne children and are merely lowly concubines for entertainment, the kind that could be sold off to marry at any time, unable to stir up any trouble.
Meanwhile, the second generation of the Song Family, three of them married, none have taken concubines, so all their children are legitimate. As a result, all the masters combined can be counted with two hands, naturally keeping the household peaceful.
But if there comes a second wife, a proper good concubine that can be listed in the family genealogy and whose sale is documented, such a person, if scheming, could easily overshadow your legitimate children, even replace them.
Song Ci admitted she was not some expert in household conflict; she had no interest in engaging in household battles. After all, at her age, spending mental energy to fight, was she in a hurry to die?
Song Ci had already thought it through these days. Whether or not she could return to the modern times was one thing; in these ancient days, with her status, she just wanted to be a respectable salted fish -- eat what she should eat, sleep what she should sleep, play what she should play, argue when she should argue, and just peacefully pass away at the end—this was quite good.