Chapter 563 Tsk, what a waste of a handsome face
Madam Lu leisurely enjoyed her tea, catching a glimpse of Nanny Zhou entering. She didn’t lift her head, merely tracing the patterns on her teacup with her fingertips, speaking in a flat tone.
"Has the person arrived?"
"According to Madam’s instructions, the person has been escorted over," replied Nanny Zhou.
Madam Lu raised an eyebrow, "How is she?"
Nanny Zhou hesitated for a moment before speaking truthfully.
It wasn’t that she didn’t want to flatter Madam Lu, yet that Madame Bai was no ordinary role; if she concealed the truth, it might mislead her own lady into underestimating the opponent or falling into a trap.
It was better to honestly state the person’s nature and means.
Listening to Nanny Zhou’s account, Madam Lu’s breath caught, her grip on the teacup tightened.
"Madam, that woman is no simple character. I led her through the side door to the guest courtyard, and her expression didn’t change a bit," Nanny Zhou remarked, bowing slightly. "This woman can endure a lot."
Madam Lu sneered, "To win over the master, how could she be simple?"
Nanny Zhou said worriedly, "Madam must keep this in mind."
Madam Lu’s voice wavered, "Nanny, I suddenly feel a bit tired."
Nanny Zhou sighed.
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Chunhui Hall.
Song Ci rested her chin in her hand, watching a filial display, musing that these ancient people acted no worse than professionally trained performers. The acting was simply impeccable.
She scrutinized Song Zhiqing, trying to find traces of Song Bai’s resemblance in him, yet after much looking, she truly couldn’t see any resemblance to Song Bai.
Could it be the difference between a thin person and a plump one?
She tried to recall the young Bai Bun in detail, but alas, she couldn’t remember.
Song Zhiqing had a lean figure, a handsome face, and a pair of slender phoenix eyes, with a tuft of beard on his chin...
Upon seeing this, Song Ci rubbed her forehead, finding one discomforting thing about this place: men loved to grow beards to show maturity and steadiness. Song Zhiqing wasn’t even thirty yet and already grew a beard, unnecessarily ruining his looks.
Tsk, what a waste of a good face.
Song Zhiqing cried on the ground for a while, seeing no reaction from the elderly lady in the seat, his brow furrowed, he looked up and met eyes with Song Ci.
This gaze had something off, some inexplicable strangeness.
"Mother?"
Song Ci came to her senses, not showing a favorable expression, only speaking wearily, "You’ve had a long journey, through dust and wind, return to your quarters and freshen up first. Your wife and children have been eagerly awaiting your return, surely they’re also waiting now."
"Yes."
"As for your father, I hear he’s been staying at the estate for a while. Once you’ve settled, go pay your respects to him."
"Yes, Mother." Song Zhiqing stood up, hesitated for a while, and cautiously said, "Mother, I’ve taken a concubine named Bai Shuilian, a native of Xiangzhou. Madame Bai is gentle and kind and bore me a pair of twins. She has contributed to the prosperity of our Song Family, and I wish to bring them here to pay respects to you."
Song Ci’s eyes turned cold.
You scoundrel!
He hasn’t even seen his wife yet, and he’s already in a rush to legitimize the mistress?
A trace of irritation crossed Song Ci’s heart, she said, "The matter of taking a concubine should be discussed with your wife. How have you forgotten your manners after being away for these years? Wait until she has met with approval before you bring them over."
She wanted to see what kind of extraordinary woman Bai Shuilian was that made this man so eager to recognize her.