During Jiang Fula's back-and-forth explanations, Song Ci had already discerned the conclusions about the astute offspring and thus stopped worrying or asking further questions.
After all, when it comes to manipulating human hearts and political scheming, she, a mere actress from later generations, could never match those who had dominated the court for over twenty years. As the saying goes, when the sky falls, the tall ones will hold it up. She, an old lady with not many years left, should simply enjoy her grandchildren and have a peaceful retirement.
"There is one more thing, Madam, please do not be annoyed." Jiang Fula began with a smile.
Song Ci showed a questioning look but saw him patting his palm twice with two fingers, whereupon a girl walked in from outside, her hair in two buns, dressed similarly to the several major maids around her.
