Song Zhiyuan took the tea offered by the palace Nanny and personally handed it to Song Ci, who paused for a moment and then smiled.
"What's going on today, to have you, the great Prime Minister, personally serve tea to an old lady like me?"
Song Zhiyuan chuckled and said, "You are my own mother, and my serving you as a son is nothing unusual. This is merely offering you a cup of tea; it's not worth mentioning as any hardship."
Song Ci sipped the tea and said, "Throughout the year, only during this sealed-off period can things be somewhat relaxing. Don't just hang around this old woman; when free, find some colleagues or friends for tea and music, to unwind a bit."
"In recent days, attending new year banquets has made me meet quite a few, and the Emperor summons me into the palace from time to time, making it hard to wander far."
