Song Ci walked towards her seat while showing a polite smile to the various Madams who greeted her but whose names she couldn't recall, making her appear as her name suggests, very kind and gentle.
When Nanny saw the curve of her mouth rise once again, she couldn't help but murmur, "In fact, you could very much ignore them arrogantly, this kind of smile makes you seem particularly fake."
It looks exhausting.
Song Ci said, "People, aren't we all living with masks? Just think of them as genuinely eager to greet me, it's all superficial respect."
Nanny curled her lips a bit, truly, there was no one more clear-headed than the one by her side.
But Song Ci looked at the golden throne and said, "I wonder which Concubine the Emperor will bring out to watch the dragon boat race."
She glanced around again, good heavens, have they transferred the entire capital's military here? Guards every three steps, even an assassin would find it hard to fly in.
