Chapter 116: On Tact and Precision
Song Ci admitted she was old, but each time someone mentioned it, she felt a bit aggrieved and upset inside, wanting to yell back, "I’m only twenty-eight this year."
Yet, she couldn’t.
Especially now, not only could she not mention it, but she also had to placate this distinguished person.
"Lady, illness is what ages a person. I was really worn out recently," Song Ci sighed softly. "But, well, old is old. Given my age, as long as these old bones can still eat, drink, and walk to pay my respects to you, that’s enough."
Hearing this, Empress Dowager Wang felt even more distressed. "You say that, but you never come. Since the beginning of the year, how many times have you sent your card to enter the palace?"
Song Ci remained silent.
She somewhat admired the old lady she used to be; this person knew her boundaries.
Logically, being able to call the most distinguished Empress Dowager a sister was a great honor. Certainly, one would cling to this strong connection to protect themselves and ensure the prosperity and safety of their family.
But she didn’t. She didn’t regularly visit the palace to see Empress Dowager Wang, yet she didn’t grow distant either. Apart from sending something during holidays, when she had free time, she would still make a pair of shoes for the Empress Dowager, indicating that she was thinking of her.
Song Ci felt the original old lady was truly calm and didn’t get overexcited because of her connection to the reigning Empress Dowager. She handled her limits very well, and it was precisely this poise that made Empress Dowager Wang cherish her even more.