The Valued Lady is Truly Dominant-Chapter 747: Intelligence Is Offline

Song Ci looked at the two concubines below, full of a strong desire to survive, and finally showed her benevolence: "Get up and speak."

The two supported each other as they stood up from the ground, looking at Song Ci.

"Well, people should have ambition; otherwise, how are they different from salted fish?" Song Ci began her brainwashing again: "Even if you are just concubines, you should strive to be the most favored ones, making your counterpart unable to live without you. That is true progress."

Pfft.

Cough, cough.

Song Ci looked at her two daughters-in-law.

The Jiang family members tried to hold back their laughter, but they couldn’t, feeling terribly uncomfortable, so they could only awkwardly tug at the corners of their mouths.

Oh my, mother-in-law, is this how you use the term ’ambition’?

"Academic pursuits have their specialized teachings. Later, I will find some people to give you lessons. Now tell me, where did the Patriarch bring back those girls from?" Shui Lianlian stepped forward, curtsying, and said, "President Ning Quan’an of the Yuqing Chamber of Commerce held a flower appreciation banquet. At that time, the Patriarch took this humble concubine there. The banquet was held at Chengde Su Garden, with fine wine, gourmet food, and countless famous flowers..."

"Just tell me the opportunity for these girls to appear." Song Ci interrupted her.

After all, a banquet consists of those things. No need to elaborate.

"Yes." Shui Lianlian responded, saying, "Halfway through the banquet, a merchant named Zhao Yuanwai praised the humble concubine, saying the Patriarch was extraordinarily fortunate."

As Shui Lianlian spoke, she slightly bit her lip, and her cheeks flushed. In truth, she was extremely anxious at the time, fearing that after a couple of drinks, the Patriarch might thoughtlessly send her away on a mere compliment.

Being a concubine also depends on the person you serve, as it determines your social status.

Like herself, as a concubine to the Patriarch of the Song Minister’s Mansion, it was quite respectable, wasn’t it? Outside, who wouldn’t address her as Madam Auntie and shower her with admiration?

The most important point is that the Official Wife above her was a generous and kind person. Other household concubines were never like them, simply accompanying men to travel around like socialites, or relaxing on the estate, never needing to serve the Official Wife or follow rules.

Look at the other concubines, facing a tyrannical Official Wife, they could be beaten to death in vain. How could they compare to the comfort Shui Lianlian enjoyed?

So at that time, her heart was up and down, but fortunately, the Patriarch wasn’t muddle-headed.

"Then Zhao Yuanwai started to talk about the noblemen at home, who, like the Patriarch, had endless fortunes. At this moment, another called Lu Yuanwai mentioned that the Prime Minister and his peers were only devoted to one Official Wife." Shui Lianlian said: "Hearing this, Zhao Yuanwai was a bit incredulous, thinking that with a status like the Prime Minister’s, how could there not be a few concubines accompanying him? In their words, an Official Wife should be virtuous, actively taking concubines for the husband as a form of kindness."

Song Ci’s face darkened.

Understood, they were deliberately finding an excuse to send women to their house.

"After being talked to so much, the Patriarch felt ashamed, and just as President Ning mentioned he had prepared a batch of Yangzhou thin horses to give to several dignitaries, the Patriarch asked for a few to bring back, saying he was going to add a couple of charming servants for the Prime Minister and his brothers."

As Shui Lianlian explained further, she dared not look at the Jiang family members, only lowering her head and saying: "This humble concubine said at the time, the Dowager wouldn’t approve, and it wasn’t appropriate to gift maidservants to the sons without the Official Wife’s consent. But those people said, once married one must follow the husband, and the Patriarch was the head of the family. Even though the humble concubine dissuaded him, the Patriarch insisted he had the final say and thus..."

Jiang and Lu looked at Song Ci, wondering if she would explode.

"Ha!" Song Ci sneered: "When people get old, it seems their brains turn to mush, blocking all intelligence—they’re just not online."

The harm was minimal, but the insult was significant.

Everyone: "..."

Ahem, it’s time, let’s drink tea!