When the Prince Min Mansion was surrounded, Song Ci was returning to the mansion with her clever son from the palace. Seeing the fierce-looking Imperial Army in armor, her hair stood on end, her back was cold with sweat, and her face turned pale.
This grand scenario was not like those on TV; it was a real siege. Just watching from afar, one could feel the chilling atmosphere.
Song Ci suddenly thought of the word confiscation, which led her to think of Prime Minister's Mansion, and she couldn't help but reach out to place her hand on Song Zhiyuan's arm.
Song Zhiyuan was taken aback and reached out to hold her hand, only to realize it was cold. He quickly said, "Mother, what's wrong? Why is your hand so cold?"
He handed over his hand warmer from beside him and used both hands to wrap around her hand to warm it.
Song Ci looked up, seeing this elegant and charming face, filled with concern and worry. Her ears couldn't help but heat up as she pulled back her hand, forcing a smile.
