Chapter 163: Our Prime Minister’s Mansion is Going to be Encircled
Song Ci didn’t want to think too badly of people; it was all the fault of TV series and novels, as well as reality.
Oh, now that the cake from the Uncle’s Mansion has been touched, perhaps their Prime Minister’s Mansion will also be cursed. Sigh, another enemy added to the list.
What a worry.
Empress Dowager Wang held Song Ci’s hand and said with emotion, "I knew, Ci, that you aren’t unaware. Instead, you understand but don’t speak of it; this is discreet modesty. I know your nature; you’re not like those who wear dozens of masks. What you say to me comes from the heart."
Song Ci felt embarrassed.
Please stop praising me, I’m so ashamed I can’t continue this act anymore.
"I will do as you wish. At that time, I will summon the people from Uncle’s Mansion and let them know that without this child, there would be no Duke Cheng’en Mansion," Empress Dowager Wang snorted coldly, "After all, adoption is always half-coerced and half-consensual. But if there’s no adoption, would really nobody offer incense?"
Now she has specifically sent an old servant to watch over the graves and weed at her parent’s and brother’s side, never interrupting the incense offerings during festivals and the first and fifteenth of every month.
Song Ci felt slightly relieved and said awkwardly, "Lady, don’t blame me for overstepping; I was just afraid you’d finally get an agreeable heir only for feelings not to develop in time... I don’t want you to be heartbroken."
Empress Dowager Wang was indeed moved, gently squeezing her hand, "How could I blame you."
"So this child is to be adopted under your nephew’s name?"