Song Zhiyuan's voice was soft and calm, yet his words were powerful, leaving Madam Song chilled to the bone.
"Once our daughter becomes a Prince Consort, even if I openly declare that I won't take sides, do you think outsiders will believe it? Will those above believe it?" Song Zhiyuan's fingers pointed upwards.
Madam Song's smile was somewhat stiff: "Surely, it's not that serious."
"Madam, even if we step back and send Qi'er in, and she manages to win in the end, do you think, with her temperament, she can prevail against so many women in the Imperial Palace?" Song Zhiyuan sighed, "I understand Qi'er's character too well, it's just like yours—always striving to excel. But she grew up pampered, at home it doesn't matter, we indulge her. But once married, especially into a den of tigers, it's not about indulgence, it's about survival."
