The Valued Lady is Truly Dominant-Chapter 940: The Straightforward Old Curmudgeon
Before the gathering began, the little one was brought out to meet Old Master Song and the others.
Old Master Song turned his head to look at the swaddled infant. The chubby little grandson was awake, looking quite alert, which filled his heart with a bit of joy. He said, "This child is well-raised."
Song Ci proudly held her head high.
Just take a look at who raised him.
Song Zhicheng, wanting to please her, said, "Of course, Father, Little Six is raised in Chunhui Hall. Mother has been quite attentive and raised the child so well. Truly, the old saying that ’an old person in the house is a treasure’ is indeed wise. The ancients did not deceive us."
Upon hearing this, Old Master Song curled his mouth: "No wonder, I just noticed that this lively demeanor looks quite familiar." Just like the old woman.
Song Ci let out a cold laugh, her hands itching, wanting to crush the peony.
"However, why do you keep the child there? At your age, where do you have the energy to raise a child? Don’t cling to the child too tightly, engaging in activities that separate the child from its mother; that’s not ideal."
Everyone’s face turned green.
This one is quite the blockhead, isn’t he?
Song Ci was so irritated by the old man’s bluntness that her chest hurt.
Madam Song stood up, anxious and fearful, and said, "Father, you have misunderstood Mother. It was I who pleaded with Mother to move Dan-ge’er to Chunhui Hall to benefit from Mother’s good fortune. I shirked responsibility and burdened Mother, it’s my lack of filial piety, please don’t blame Mother."
Upon hearing this, Old Master Song glanced at Song Ci and, seeing her with a look as if she wanted to devour someone, felt slightly embarrassed and said, "Let’s begin the meal."
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
Song Ci, however, found no flavor in anything she ate.
As the food and wine were served, the atmosphere gradually lightened, and several youngsters took an interest, entertaining their elders effortlessly.
On the women’s side, Song Ruwei also had a zither brought in, played a tune, and received much praise from Song Ruqian and the others.
"Wei’er’s zither skills have improved significantly, the sound is quite pleasing."
Song Ruwei, holding back her excitement, shyly said, "Compared to eldest sister and second sister, I’m still lacking."
"As long as you have a skill to display at tea gatherings and poetry sessions, it’s enough; doesn’t need to be perfect, after all, we’re not aiming to be great talents. Actually, being slightly proficient in music and chess is enough to showcase. Focus more on needlework, culinary skills, and housekeeping; learning them well will benefit you in the future," Song Ruqian laughed. "This is advice from someone who has been through it."
Even without Madam Lu’s reminders, Song Ruwei understood that eldest sister was guiding and teaching her, and she blushed, rose, and curtsied, "Thank you, eldest sister, for your teachings. Wei’er will definitely keep them in mind."
Song Ruqian noticed her improved etiquette and demeanor, nodding subtly, casting a discreet glance at that Aunt Shen.
Third Uncle took in a palace lady as a concubine, which turned out to be beneficial, far better than Aunt Bai, at least Song Ruwei, being the legitimate daughter, gained significantly. 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂
Song Ruqian had received meticulous guidance since childhood and never engaged in petty-mindedness. She couldn’t stand the superiority of cousins; after all, they shared the same bloodline and even the same grandparents, so even if they were on the paternal side, they were still very close.
Song Ruwei’s excellence would only lead to good marriage prospects, which as in-laws is desirable because you never know when you might need to rely on marriage ties.
Moreover, with outstanding brothers and sisters from her maternal family, her position in her marital home would be more secure.
Hence, Song Ruqian looked at this cousin with more warmth, thinking it’s good to have someone who can be guided properly.
