What Song Ci said was cruel, but it was also the truth. Others saw the Song Family flourishing with flowers and leaves, yet in total it had only been prosperous for twenty or thirty years. Song Zhiyuan was the Prime Minister of the realm, and he had only sat in that position for a few short years. How could the foundations of such a newly risen family compare with those of an old-established clan?
As intelligent as Song Zhiyuan was, he knew they could not compare, and so he had always kept the ambition of becoming a centennial family in his heart, hoping that one day the Song Family could also become an old aristocratic house, passed down generation after generation, so that even when faced with a great upheaval such as a change of dynasty, they would still have enough depth and reserves to preserve the clan.
