Song Ci waited for Madam to leave, then immediately moved over, leaning on the beauty couch, and called herself tired.
"Quickly, let Xiaoman and the others come and give me a massage. This day's trouble has exhausted the old lady like me!" Song Ci pounded her waist; it wasn't an exaggeration, she was truly tired.
After all, she was old, couldn't sit for long, let alone entertain for half a day. Even her mouth had stiffened from smiling.
Nanny Gong summoned someone and said, "The Prime Minister came by earlier."
Song Ci responded with an 'oh' and asked, "Why didn't he come in?"
"Probably because he heard your words to Madam, so he didn't enter." Nanny Gong lit a calming incense.
Song Ci wasn't bothered by her perceptive son not coming in, saying, "It's good if he heard, saves me from repeating it. After all, they are the parents, it's natural for them to decide their children's marriage. I'm old, can't manage it."
