Song Ci was lounging on the bed, chatting idly with Nanny Gong about tonight's happenings.
"You didn't take a liking to that Miss Wen?" Nanny Gong was somewhat surprised by Song Ci's assessment of the Wen mother and daughter, and laughed, "Surely it wasn't because Madam Wen said something implying disdain for farmers that made you unhappy, right?"
Song Ci glanced at her, "Do I seem like such a petty person to you?"
"You kind of do, madam. You're quite a bold spirit, after all. If you don't like someone, you confront them directly and don't pretend to be friendly."
"Nonsense, I've practiced my acting skills." Song Ci hinted, "No one can escape the issue of social class. It's not unusual for noble families to look down on common folks. I wouldn't require people to treat everyone equally—that would just sound ignorant."
"You're the wise one in the world." Nanny Gong tucked in the quilt.
