Song Ci, after checking on the newborn, returned to Chunhui Hall, leaned against the large pillow, and counted on her fingers.
"I have four great-grandchildren now, no wait, including Su'er's wife's baby, that's five. Four generations under one roof, Nanny Gong, even if I were to go now, there's no regret, is there?"
Nanny Gong replied helplessly, "If you don't keep talking about such things, then your talk of four generations is something that old servants like me greatly rejoice in. You should aim for five generations under one roof, by then in this entire Capital, everyone would envy you."
Song Ci glanced at her, "You are even more greedy than I am, old nanny. People should be content to find happiness."
Nanny Gong responded, "Regardless, I do not enjoy hearing you speak dispiriting words."
Song Ci chuckled, "Even if you don't enjoy it, you've been listening to me say this for years and yet King Yan hasn't come to collect me."
