Even Song Ci would inquire about her daughter's future marriage, could it be that someone asked her about it?
"Has someone asked you about this?" Song Zhiyuan inquired.
Song Ci shook her head, "No, at home, there's you and her mother, it's not my place to decide. Even if someone asked me about it, I would still say so."
Having one fourth son was enough to give her a headache, she wouldn't meddle in her grandchildren's marriages unless her sons and daughters-in-law consulted her, then she would consider it.
The reason she was meddling this time was her concern about this young Prime Minister's ambitions, fearing he would lead the family to aim too high and end up shattered, and even getting her beheaded along.
Song Zhiyuan remained silent, motioned to Nanny Gong, nodding towards the door.
Nanny Gong went to the door, signaled the maids to move away, and stood guard herself.
