Song Ci took a sip of tea to calm herself, steadied her nerves, and let out a small sigh.
To be honest, she was really afraid of another arranged marriage like her family's fourth son. It wasn't that an arranged marriage was bad, but sometimes it felt like the proverbial chicken ribs. Song Lingjie is the hope of the Song Family; it's best not to have his marriage dictated by the Royal Family.
"Without you saying it, we've already planned to settle down the child. It's just that with the New Year preparations, we haven't found an auspicious date yet," Song Ci said. "Though, does Uncle's Mansion want you to grant a marriage?"
Empress Dowager Wang chuckled, "The Song Family is at its peak, and your grandson is now well-known and naturally attracts those who want to climb. Uncle's Mansion is no exception; after all, who doesn't want to climb higher?"
The tone carried undisguised disdain and sarcasm.
