Upon hearing that Old Lord Song returned to the mansion, Song Ci's first thought was whether to feign an illness, preferably a contagious one, to avoid meeting that doughy face.
But as soon as the thought emerged, she dismissed it. Joking aside, she, the dignified Old Madam, the Old Lord, didn't need to pretend to be sick just to avoid some old man, did she?
No need at all, no need at all.
"Back to the mansion, just back, why make such a fuss? It's not like he's some massive flood or beast." Song Ci forced herself not to care.
Nanny Gong glanced at her. She said she didn't care at all, but the constipation-like expression sold her out.
Song Ci thought of something and asked, "Did he bring back both concubines?"
"Only Concubine Mei came back, but..." Hong You licked the corner of her lips, timidly glancing at Song Ci.
Song Ci's heart instantly tightened. See, she knew nothing good would come from that doughy face's return; there must be some trickery.
