At dusk, the Song Family's members, both young and old, gradually entered Chunhui Hall.
Song Ci sat poised in the Taishi Chair, watching her sons, daughters-in-law, and grandchildren bow and salute her neatly. Honestly, it felt a bit surreal.
Especially considering that even the Prime Minister of the country was bowing to her.
"No need for formalities, sit down," Song Ci gestured with a smile, pointing to the seats.
Everyone sat, and the maids served tea, retreating respectfully to stand quietly at the back.
"Little chubby, have you met your eldest uncle, fourth uncle, and elder brother?" Song Ci beckoned the little chubby boy, pointing to the youngest and Song Lingsu.
Song Zhiyu glanced at the little chubby boy, snorted lightly through his nostrils, and raised his delicate chin proudly.
