Chapter 117: Chapter 117: Dug a Hole for Myself, Feel Like Crying
Empress Dowager Wang began to chatter with Song Ci, and after listening for about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, Song Ci responded with âMm, youâre right, no doubt about it,â yet she also managed to grasp the personality of the distinguished lady in front of her.
Oh my, it turns out this Empress Dowager Wang is quite the chatterbox and a grumpy old timer, no, grumpy elder!
Look at how she slaps her thigh so loudly, that first glance and the way she looks at you, actually feigning such a dignified aura, isnât it?
"Ah Ci, tell me, all of my family is gone, why should they continue to enjoy fortune, just because they share the same surname and clan as me? Ah pfft, my family is all dead, and those who were closest to me, not even a single one left to continue the family line, what talk is there of clan or lineage?" Empress Dowager Wang said with a cold laugh.
Song Ci couldnât help but softly remind her, "Lady, you should say itâs your family, your large family is all safe and well."
What family, the Emperor is her son, and the children and grandchildren in the palace, the Empress and concubines, are her true big family.
Empress Dowager Wang: "..."
She was just getting into character, how could Ah Ci interrupt her, and how was she supposed to continue?
Empress Dowager Wang said sulkily, "Indeed, it should be said as my familyâs people. Alas, they are greedy, a loyal Count wasnât enough, they even wanted a loyal Duke, huh, their ambitions were really grand. Back when the former Emperor was at war, and my son and I were in distress as commoners, they didnât even extend a hand to help with hiding us, my familyâs men all died in battle, the women all hung themselves with a white silk on the beam, yet they were just fine, you say thereâs nothing fishy about it, I absolutely donât believe it. Even if they had spared just one sole survivor for me, it wouldnât have ended up like this."
Saying this, Empress Dowager Wang couldnât help but tear up.
Lian Qiao quickly handed her a handkerchief, "Empress Dowager, please take care of your health."
Empress Dowager Wang took it and wiped the corner of her eye, saying, "I just canât get over this injustice. Ah Ci, others donât know, but you do, just how arduous the times were for me and the Emperor back then."
Song Ci said, "Lady, whatâs gone is gone, and life goes on, donât be too sad, otherwise your familyâs people should also feel sorry for you."
"I canât help it," Empress Dowager sniffled, saying, "For all these years, theyâve been talking about adopting an heir, wasnât it for the sake of a Dukeâs title, as if they truly wished to pass down the Wang familyâs line? No, itâs all for honor."
"But Lady, dragging it on year after year isnât a solution, your line needs someone to continue the family name, to burn paper offerings and incense for your family during the festivals. If you detest them so much, why donât you personally select someone, choose one who has no parents, to put it bluntly, like you, the only one. Donât worry too much about their merits, you personally mentor him, and in the future, if he has a few sons, isnât that better than what theyâve nominated?" Song Ci suggested, "Only the lone one will be truly devoted to your line."
Empress Dowager Wang hesitated, "Me teaching? At my age?"
"Couldnât you find reliable people to help you teach him? You are the Empress Dowager, you must have some capable people by your side." Song Ci held back from rolling her eyes, this lady, is she perhaps still a naive sweetie?
Empress Dowager Wangâs eyes lit up, "Yes, Ah Ci, I picked such a person. How about you and Yunzhi help me teach him? The ones I trust most are you and Yunzhi."
Song Ci had just taken a sip of tea, and sprayed it out upon hearing this.
What?
Did she just dig a hole for herself?
Meanwhile, Song Zhiyuan, who had just reached the front of Tai Chi Palace, sneezed, rubbed his arms, and felt as if a cold wind had passed over his back, giving him the chills.