Facing the bluntness of his stepmother, Song Zhiqing was speechless for a moment, and inwardly felt more sarcastic.
This must be ignorance, otherwise, who would say that a noble prince sent fake goods?
However, while ridiculing internally is one thing, he couldn't speak like that, so Song Zhiqing forced a smile and said awkwardly, "Mother, you surely must be joking. Prince Min, being a prince of the current dynasty, wouldn't send fake goods, right?"
Song Ci glanced over and said, "I'm not saying he knowingly sends fake goods, rather unknowingly sends fakes. Didn't you just say this came from overseas Nanyang? Things like this are rare and scarce, who has seen the real thing? Those foreign devils create fakes to trick outsiders who don't know any better, which isn't surprising, right? It's just like how there are people in Great Qing who also create fakes to deceive others."
Song Zhiqing: "…"
What you said makes so much sense, I have no words to counter it.
