The Song Family's New Year's Eve was filled with joy. From top to bottom, everyone stayed up to usher in the new year, and all members enjoyed dumplings wrapped with copper coins.
Song Ci lounged inside the room, with the window slightly ajar, listening to the laughter and shouts of the children outside, while wives gathered around to play majiang, and couldn't help but smile.
"It's always more comfortable at home, unlike in the palace where you constantly have to fight with others."
Song Zhiyuan personally poured her tea, saying, "Mother, are you still worried about Consort Fan targeting you?"
"It's not so much a concern, I just don't understand why she insists on clashing with me, an old woman. If she loses, she's disgraced; if she wins, she's still disgraced, gaining a reputation for being arrogant and harsh." Song Ci nodded towards her head, saying, "Could it be there's something wrong here?"
