The Valued Lady is Truly Dominant

Song Ci, feeling the effects of age and shallow sleep, found herself troubled by the mess caused by an old fool, unable to sleep well. She thought of taking a nap but didn’t expect the Qingcheng Marquis to arrive so quickly.

She glanced at the old calendar on the wall. It’s already the 28th of the twelfth lunar month, and yet the other party came urgently. It’s too impatient.

Surely, he must have come prepared with ulterior motives.

Feeling as though facing a formidable foe, Song Ci said, ”Go and inform the elderly master. Is the Prime Minister at home?”

”The Prime Minister is at home, and he is personally receiving the Qingcheng Marquis.”

Song Ci was surprised. Her astute son was personally receiving him? She felt reassured.

Nanny Gong saw her tense expression relax instantly and couldn’t help but smile, saying, ”You’re not anxious anymore?”

”With the eldest son around, he’s such a sharp-witted person. Can he really suffer a loss in front of that old man? He’ll definitely turn the situation around.” Song Ci said.

Nanny Gong: ”You were worried to the point of sleeplessness last night. In front of your son and daughter-in-law, you were cursing and wanted to beat the elderly master. Now you’re not anxious anymore.”

Song Ci snorted: ”That old man, if you don’t admonish him, he’ll not know his limits. Look at him, drinking a few glasses of horse piss brought about such a mess, humph.”

Nanny Gong tugged at the corners of her lips.

Song Ci pointed at a young maid: ”Go wait by the small study, and as soon as the Qingcheng Marquis leaves, have the Prime Minister come see me immediately.”

The young maid courteously curtsied and quickly withdrew.

Song Ci then pointed at another maid to massage her legs.

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Song Zhiyuan knew that the Qingcheng Marquis would visit, but he didn’t expect such impatience. Thinking about the materials laid out in the study before dawn today, he couldn’t help but smile a little.

”Prime Minister, the Lord has arrived,” a servant announced at the door.

Song Zhiyuan walked to the door of the study and saw an elder with a prosperous and noble appearance, wearing a golden crown and a dark red embroidered robe with hundreds of blessings. A boy of about eleven or twelve accompanied him, who was not the young master of the Qingcheng Marquis Mansion seen in the past, which made his gaze flicker.

”An esteemed guest at the door, Yunzhi is truly remiss in his welcome. Qingcheng Marquis, it’s been months, and you still appear energetic and in good spirits,” Song Zhiyuan said with a slight smile, bowing to the Qingcheng Marquis.

The Qingcheng Marquis, smiling, said, ”Prime Minister Song is flattering this old man. You, a dignified Prime Minister, welcoming me in person is indeed a great honor for this old fool.”

”You are an elder and no longer part of the court now, there’s no need to call me Prime Minister Song, lest it embarrasses me. Would you call me by my style name?” Song Zhiyuan said, feigning helplessness.

The Qingcheng Marquis’s eyes curved with delight: ”Oh, is that so? With such warm hospitality from you and considering my close friendship with your father, I’ll bravely take the liberty, Yunzhi?”

Song Zhiyuan’s gaze lightly flickered, and he cheerfully responded with a sound of acknowledgment. Then, he looked at the boy who was a step behind, showing a questioning expression.

”Look at me, confused at this age. This is my grandson, the third male in the family. Hao’er, this is Prime Minister Song, won’t you come forward and give a grand greeting?” The Qingcheng Marquis glanced at the boy behind him.

The child took a step forward, knelt on one knee, and cupped his hands towards Song Zhiyuan: ”I am Yuan Hao, paying respect to the Prime Minister.”

”Ah, no need for such formality, the ground is cold, rise quickly,” Song Zhiyuan gestured slightly, then instructed the servant attending in the study, ”Check if the young masters of the residence are presently in, and if so, have them come meet the guests.”

”Yes.”

”Lord, shall we go to the study for some tea?” Song Zhiyuan gestured for them to enter.