In the twenty-first year of Sheng Ping, on New Year's Day, the sound of firecrackers welcomed the New Year.
Song Ci, however, fell ill on this festive day. The cause: excessive worry, wind entering the body, a very official explanation.
Song Ci looked at the worried faces of the dutiful children and grandchildren at her bedside, wanting to cry but without tears.
Excessive worry? She merely thought of her hometown for a moment last night, and now she's punished to be bedridden during the New Year?
This is too much!
Song Ci struggled to get up.
"Mother, what are you doing, please lie down." Song Zhiyuan pressed her hand, not letting her move.
He just couldn't understand, a few days ago she was happily accompanying the Empress Dowager to the Hot Spring Palace, how could she be excessively worried now?
Song Ci, with a hoarse voice, said, "Help me up, I need to go to the Buddha hall to burn incense."
