Chapter 507 Song Ci: Let the Arrogance Come Even More Violently

Chapter 507: Chapter 507 Song Ci: Let the Arrogance Come Even More Violently

People who are not family don’t enter the same house.

The grand words of Song Lingsu and his brothers to Qi Zhen (a veiled threat) reached the ears of Song Ci and the others, bringing Song Ci great joy, and she couldn’t help but exclaim how much it was like their ancestors.

Oh, the ancestor here is naturally her, one of Song Ci’s classic lines, don’t let vanity distract you!

Brothers should be like this; the Song Family has few sisters, so they treat their cousins as sisters too, which is great. This also gives the married aunts a lot of confidence.

After all, at home, you rely on your parents, and when you’re married, you rely on your family and brothers!

And being from the same family and ancestry lets you support each other. Why worry about the family not prospering or the clan not enduring long?

Song Ci was very satisfied with the little brats. Regardless of what color their hearts might be, dark or light, front or side view, as long as they can protect their sisters, it’s good. This is the responsibility that Song Family members should have.

Song Ruqi found out and scolded playfully but was very touched; they were all her brothers, her confidence for the future!

Family head Song Zhiyuan was also very pleased. With this satisfaction, he mentioned to his wife that everyone’s share would be increased by half.

The kids have grown up and formed their own opinions. Naturally, their hands shouldn’t lack money, as having silver makes things easier, whether in socializing or gathering information to enrich one’s resources. Every place needs money to go smoothly, doesn’t it?

Everyone was delighted.

With this happiness, Song Ci dragged Lin Qing and several attendants and moved into Prince Dingbei’s Mansion with Song Zhiyu and the others.

Prince Dingbei’s Mansion covers a vast area, with lakes, small hills, pavilions, and kiosks all present. Because it’s large but has few inhabitants, many halls and courtyards are closed.

Because they’re not needed.

This outsider Song Ci couldn’t help but click her tongue in praise, declaring it excessively luxurious.

It felt like walking into a super-luxurious estate, where you need a car or a sedan to go anywhere, and such a large estate had only two or three residents.

"Too extravagant!"

Song Ci sipped tea while looking at the intricate carvings on the window sill, wishing she could pry the windows off and take them home.

The world of the wealthy, she was experiencing it!

"The Commandery Princess is thoughtful. The decoration of this bedroom is almost the same as Chunhui Hall, so you won’t have trouble sleeping in a different bed," Nanny Gong said with a smile.

Song Ci chuckled, "Can’t sleep? Not possible!"

In her past life in the entertainment industry, she often worked through the night, staying up late was common, and her schedule was erratic. She had long mastered the skill of falling asleep anytime, anywhere.

Even when waiting on set, she could seize the moment for a quick nap; there was simply too little time to sleep.

So the concept of being unable to sleep doesn’t exist in her dictionary, especially in this Prince Mansion. Look at Cixi Hall; isn’t its setup luxurious and comfortable or exquisite and magnificent?

The answer to both is no.

The aura of luxury hit her face, and she felt very comfortable!

Oh, you want to say she’s vulgar?

Go ahead and say it; she’s naturally a vulgar person. Let the luxury come more aggressively; she can handle it!

Song Ci grinned as she picked up the delicately crafted gilded openwork incense burner on the table by the kang, playing with it in her hands, liking it more with every look.

"Madam, the chief steward of the Prince’s Mansion and the steward of the inner courtyard have come to pay their respects," Hong You reported.

"Invite them in."

Hong You stepped aside and invited the two stewards in, who knelt as soon as they saw Song Ci.

"No need for formalities, rise and speak," Song Ci said with a smile, raising her hand.

Chief Steward Fang Geng was a long-time servant of Prince Dingbei. He had once been on the battlefield but returned to manage affairs at the Capital’s Prince’s Mansion after injuring one leg.

Perhaps because of years of luxurious living, he had become somewhat plump, with a round face that always bore an innocent smile. But his occasionally sharp eyes told you that it was all an act.

This person was sly!