The Emperor Chu finally realized he had been taken for a fool.
Song Ci wanted to accumulate merits, and not only that, she made me sign a document as if afraid I wouldn't acknowledge it later.
On this certain day, Madam Song contributed planting techniques, and should be credited.
This was how it was written on paper.
The Emperor Chu looked at his trusted minister, with an expression of "what is your mother up to?"
Song Zhiyuan feigned composure, but in reality, he was as baffled by Song Ci's actions as anyone else, quite flustered indeed.
The old lady's move was undoubtedly seeking reward through merits, as if she was walking down a path of self-destruction!
"Mother, what are you doing, you can't joke with the Emperor like this." Song Zhiyuan pretended to be helpless, reaching to snatch the paper.
But Song Ci dodged and said: "Can't I save it?"
Song Zhiyuan furrowed his brows.
