Song Ci looked at Bai Shuilian's face, pale and flushed, and inexplicably felt a sense of delight at using her status to oppress others, quite satisfying.
Oh dear, I must control myself quickly. If I get used to this and have the fortune to return to the modern age, this habitual reliance on identity won't work, and then I'll be the one getting slapped.
"Go back to your courtyard and stay there. Do not come out without being summoned. Little Five has been moved back to the Tranquil Garden, just as you wished." Song Ci looked at her indifferently and said, "In fact, whether you truly care for your son is quite confusing to me. After all, he was birthed excellently, not just simply catching a cold or heatstroke. If it's not managed well, it's life-threatening. But up until now, you seem calm enough to converse with me without much concern apparent. Do you know when Madam Lu heard the Imperial Physician's diagnosis, it was as if her soul had left her?"
