The Valued Lady is Truly Dominant-Chapter 758 Kneeling and Calling Her Queen?

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Chapter 758: Chapter 758 Kneeling and Calling Her Queen?

Song Zhiyuan’s explanation of the pros and cons, paired with his demonstration of weakness, led Mr. Song to put away his flags and drums, calming his spirit.

But Song Ci was not about to let him off the hook, assertively saying, "If you stir up these troublesome affairs at home again, I’ll disable you in bed and make sure you can’t hop around. Either way, you’re still alive."

Mr. Song feigned dizziness and said to his two sons, "Look at this, your mother has gone mad."

Song Zhicheng stayed silent, knowing his mother’s domineering nature all too well.

Song Zhiyuan, however, politely said, "Mother, don’t be upset. Father is also acting out of love for his sons." Unfortunately, it was misplaced.

Mr. Song puffed out his chest and smugly said to Song Ci, "Did you hear that?"

Song Ci replied, "That sort of love that adds chaos and drags down sons is best not had. It looks particularly dumb and makes everyone awkward."

Mr. Song kicked a chair to pick a fight, angrily waving his sleeve and leaving, "I, as a noble man, will not stoop to the level of an old lady."

Song Ci picked up a teacup, looked at her two sons, and quietly said, "That’s your father for you. Get used to it, and don’t blame him. He’s still an old baby, growing only in flesh but not in wit over the years." 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

To be frank, even using the word ’baby’ insults actual babies.

Mr. Song, having just stepped out the door, staggered a bit and quickly walked away—any slower, and he feared he’d cough up blood and die.

The sons: "..."

Song Zhicheng saw their father had left, sat on the Arhat bed, propped his chin, and asked, "Mother, are those few slim horses from Yangzhou kept in your courtyard?"

Song Ci squinted her eyes and glared sideways, "What now, feeling bold? Want to take a couple back to demonstrate your prowess?"

Poof.

Song Zhiyuan’s mouth curled up.

Song Zhicheng awkwardly laughed, "Your son was just curious."

"Playing the innocent white rabbit here, have you not seen beautiful women while out and about, still curious? Bah!" Song Ci glared at him and said, "For the sake of the harmony in the backyard, let me advise you, don’t show a hint of curious longing around your wife. I heard she just got a whip, made from deer tendons."

A swing of the whip, terrifyingly dominant, might make you kneel and call her queen!

Song Zhicheng felt a shiver down his spine, suddenly imagining things. Perhaps he should go back and experience it?

Seeing his lecherous expression, Song Ci couldn’t swallow her tea. She seemed to have led the conversation astray, cough cough.

Really not suitable for children.

Seeing they had both drifted off the topic, Song Zhiyuan forcibly pulled them back, saying, "Mother, I’ll arrange for someone to take those people away later. Leaving them here makes me uncomfortable."

Song Zhicheng’s intelligence returned, and he also said seriously, "That’s right, Mother, we don’t really know the background of those slim horses Father brought back. They shouldn’t stay here. If they have malicious intent, it could be trouble."

Song Ci replied, "Of course I know, but Zhiyuan, while you investigate, don’t be in a rush to send them away. If their background checks out, let them stay for a while."

The two brothers were startled, looking at Song Ci and asking, "Mother, what are you planning?"

"Your father is brainless, and there’s no knowing if next time he might be charmed by sweet-talking and lose his bearings, even selling us all. I’m thinking of having Concubine Mei and the others watch over him more closely, but clearly, their skills aren’t up to par. Aren’t these ready-made teachers? Let them learn well, and keep your father in check to reduce the antics," said Song Ci with disdain.

Song Zhiyuan and his brother were somewhat speechless, thinking, is Mother planning to be the world’s number one virtuous woman by having concubines manage the husband?