Song Ci's words were powerful and forceful, yet they didn't intimidate Song Zhiqing; instead, a hint of disdain rose within him.
An ordinary woman raising a Prime Minister was already remarkable, but truly making her kill her own children was impossible, even just by thinking about it.
So these words were merely pleasing to the ears.
Song Zhiqing remained silent, and Song Ci also knew that this person didn't agree with him, so he couldn't help but feel somewhat disheartened.
"I'm old, and my words are unpleasant. No matter how much I say, it's all in vain. But there's one thing you must understand: shared glory brings shared honor; shared loss brings shared devastation. Third son, the burden you carry is not just your own glory or life, but also the small family behind you," Song Ci said calmly. "Getting involved in the matter of the Crown Prince's establishment—can you ensure you can walk away unscathed, without bringing disaster to yourself and your entire family?"
