As autumn arrived, the Mid-Autumn Festival quietly approached. The bright moon hung high in the sky, and Song Ci was accompanied by several juniors from the family, enjoying moon-watching and lantern riddles.
"This year's Mid-Autumn Festival is particularly quiet," Song Ci glanced at the few people around him and couldn't help but sigh.
Song Ruqi is married, and my eldest grandson has returned home to take an exam. It can be said that there is not a single grandson of the elder branch here, only the second and third branches.
Lonely as such.
Madam Song felt even more uncomfortable. Seeing other people's children around their knees, while hers were either married or not at the mansion, how could she not feel sad?
She pressed the corners of her eyes that were sore and said, "In the future, when the Commandery Princess also has children, and then the third one... it will make mother have a headache."
