The Valued Lady is Truly Dominant-Chapter 820: Scared Half to Death

Song Zhiqing, upon thinking of the term "favoring a concubine and discarding the wife," recalled a recent event at the court. An Imperial Censor had impeached the Prefect of Jiangning for favoring a concubine and discarding his wife, leading to a tragic family disaster. The Emperor was furious and directly stripped the Prefect of his position.

At that time, everyone was on their best behavior, even he laid low for two days and didn’t dare to visit the Leisure Courtyard much.

But now, if he were to follow in the Prefect’s footsteps, then...

Cold sweat dripped from Song Zhiqing’s forehead as he reached for Lu Shi’s hand.

Lu Shi, however, directly shook off his hand, crawled forward on her knees, and came before Song Ci, crying, "Mother, if your daughter-in-law were to be set aside, I would be content living in a small house, not remarrying, to avoid bringing shame to the Song Family’s name. After I am set aside, he may marry as many concubines as he desires, he can elevate Bai Shi to the main wife if he wants, or legitimize any illegitimate children, I shall have no concern over it."

Song Zhiqing’s face turned deathly pale, a gloomy expression that could drip water, he dared not raise his head to look at Song Ci’s face.

Song Ci was also holding back anger, pointing at Lu Shi’s forehead, scolding, "Is this all you amount to? What trivial matter makes you propose to be set aside yourself? Have you thought about how Wei’er and their siblings will marry in the future? With a mother who has been set aside, what good family will have them? You are so selfish as a mother?"

Lu Shi clung to Song Ci’s legs, crying uncontrollably, "Mother, your daughter-in-law is also forced, proposing to be set aside myself is better than him asking me to step down and give way."

"I never thought like that, I just, just didn’t want to see the two children’s reputation tarnished by gossip from servants, so I wanted to register them under your name. If you don’t want them, then let it be, why must you argue with me this way?" Song Zhiqing defended.

"Third Son, shut up!" Song Ci shouted sternly.

With that shout, oh my, a phlegm clogged her throat, making a wheezing sound, and she suddenly panicked.

Nanny Gong was terrified and quickly helped her to relieve it while calling for help.

Song Zhiqing and Lu Shi were also scared to death, they dared not cry and shout again, hurriedly calling out to Song Ci.

This was truly worrying, if this old matriarch was frightened into illness, their branch would be doomed.

Song Ci herself wanted to die, how did she become choked by phlegm?

Nanny Gong helped her relieve it while asking Lu Shi to fetch a spittoon, skillfully patting Song Ci’s back.

Cough, phoo.

Song Ci finally caught her breath, but she disdainfully closed her eyes, pushing the spittoon away.

She felt sick, too ashamed to face anyone.

Two maids also came forward to serve, handing towels and tea, a flurry of activity.

Song Zhiqing and Lu Shi were in a panic, cold sweat on their backs.

It took a great effort to comfort the old matriarch until she was at ease, and Song Ci waved her hand to dismiss the maids.

Nanny Gong was already terrified, her clothes soaked with sweat. Seeing Song Ci’s slightly pale face, she was quite agitated and, regardless of whether it was inappropriate or disrespectful, directly said in a stern voice, "Third Master, Third Madam, though it’s not my place as a servant to meddle, but you brought your dispute before the Dowager, angering her, nearly causing a serious incident. If the Dowager had suffered any harm, do you know the consequences?"

Song Zhiqing and Lu Shi immediately knelt down again, repeatedly apologizing.

Consequences? If they caused harm to Song Ci because of their quarrel, it would be minor to lose their position, the greatest fear was silently losing their lives.

This was someone the Emperor would privately call "Auntie."

Song Ci herself was greatly shaken, the phlegm stuck in her throat made her feel like she was on the brink of death.

Looking at the two below, she lost all good countenance and said, "Just because Third Son, you can’t bear it, you vainly attempt to legitimize the illegitimate. There’s something I wanted to say long ago: why didn’t you bear it back when you were taking your pants off?"