No wonder Song Ci looked at the Ji family's young ladies as if they were pigs; even the other ladies present stared at them in astonishment.
No matter if your Dowager Aunt is here to back you up, you girls cannot command an elder of grandmother's status to compose poetry, let alone one who is a Madam with an Imperial Decree, the biological mother of Prime Minister Song.
Are the Ji family members reading filth instead of books in their daily lives? Their minds are entirely muddled with filth, stupid as pigs.
Princess Anping's expression was even more unkind; her once gentle face now stern and imposing, her noble aura fully unleashed.
"Let the Madam Song compose a poem?" She glanced nonchalantly at Ji Suqin, the one who proposed the idea, with a look of mockery: "This Miss Ji sure is brave. Dowager, do the Ji girls consume the gall of leopards regularly?"
Song Ci raised an eyebrow.
