Song Ci, feeling the effects of age and shallow sleep, found herself troubled by the mess caused by an old fool, unable to sleep well. She thought of taking a nap but didn't expect the Qingcheng Marquis to arrive so quickly.
She glanced at the old calendar on the wall. It's already the 28th of the twelfth lunar month, and yet the other party came urgently. It's too impatient.
Surely, he must have come prepared with ulterior motives.
Feeling as though facing a formidable foe, Song Ci said, "Go and inform the elderly master. Is the Prime Minister at home?"
"The Prime Minister is at home, and he is personally receiving the Qingcheng Marquis."
Song Ci was surprised. Her astute son was personally receiving him? She felt reassured.
Nanny Gong saw her tense expression relax instantly and couldn't help but smile, saying, "You're not anxious anymore?"
