Song Ci returned to Chunhui Hall with a batch of rewards, sighing over those silks and various imperial delicacies.
When Song Zhiyuan entered the main room, he heard this sigh.
"Mother, do you have any troubling matters on your mind that make you sigh?"
Song Ci, leaning on her chin, looked up at him with a somewhat listless expression and said, "You're here."
"Mother truly has something on her mind?"
"Not really. I just thought that if this heap of things could be exchanged for a commendation document, that would be nice." Song Ci pointed at the pile of rewards and said.
Song Zhiyuan: "???"
What's that so-called commendation document?
Suddenly, he recalled the day with the greenhouse vegetables when his mother handed the Emperor a paper to stamp…
Song Zhiyuan was somewhat puzzled and glanced at Song Ci: "Mother, what do you need those things for?"
"Mind your own business!" Song Ci rolled her eyes and said, "Did you return from the palace?"
