Song Ci didn't want to think too badly of people; it was all the fault of TV series and novels, as well as reality.
Oh, now that the cake from the Uncle's Mansion has been touched, perhaps their Prime Minister's Mansion will also be cursed. Sigh, another enemy added to the list.
What a worry.
Empress Dowager Wang held Song Ci's hand and said with emotion, "I knew, Ci, that you aren't unaware. Instead, you understand but don't speak of it; this is discreet modesty. I know your nature; you're not like those who wear dozens of masks. What you say to me comes from the heart."
Song Ci felt embarrassed.
Please stop praising me, I'm so ashamed I can't continue this act anymore.
