Chapter 139: The Dowager Duchess is a True Gossip
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In the main courtyard, a maid had been sent away in the middle of the night. She was one of Madam Song’s four chief maids, no less. The news reached not only Jiang, Lu, and the others, but also Song Ci.
Jiang said to her husband, “Sister-in-law must have been driven completely out of her senses. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have sent someone away in the middle of the night. That girl always seemed rather foxy and affected to me whenever I saw her. See? I wasn’t mistaken, was I?”
As she spoke, she placed a strip of bean curd skin into Song Zhicheng’s bowl.
Song Zhicheng: “…”
You certainly weren’t mistaken. You have the fiery eyes of the Monkey King himself. But could you at least let me have one bite of meat?
Song Zhicheng quietly extended his chopsticks toward the dish of sliced poached chicken.
Smack!
His wife’s chopsticks knocked his away.
“What? I can’t even have one bite?” Song Zhicheng looked at his wife. “We’re eating at the same table, yet you get meat while I have to eat vegetables. Isn’t that just torture? Besides, look at you—you’ve gotten rather round yourself. Shall I help you wear some of it off?”
“Husband, can’t you endure it for the sake of our soft and cuddly little daughter?” Jiang said plaintively. “Just imagine her, sweet as milk, calling you ‘Daddy’ in that soft little voice. Doesn’t your heart melt?”
Song Zhicheng pictured it.
Melt? How could it not?
“I’ll eat!” His chopsticks changed course and reached toward the plate of chilled kelp salad.
Jiang smiled.
Plum Garden.
Lu ate her breakfast alone, secretly gloating. For some inexplicable reason, her heart felt wonderfully light.
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No matter how proudly she basked in the spring breeze or how lofty her position became, she could never suppress the disloyalty of those around her.
But then something occurred to her. She looked toward Nanny Zhou, her most trusted attendant, and asked, “Nanny, how long has it been since Autumn Cicada last sent a message?”
Before leaving, she had said she would send a report every few days on her husband’s condition.
Nanny Zhou counted on her fingers. “Madam, it has been eight days since the last one.”
At that, Lu pressed her lips together, her fingers curling inward. Whether she was comforting Lu or herself, she said, “Perhaps something delayed her on the road.”
Nanny Zhou did not dare respond, though she knew perfectly well that her mistress was angry.
Spring Radiance Hall.
After exercising and washing up, Song Ci sat before a table laden with breakfast. As she listened to Nanny Gong’s whispered report, her eyes lit up.
At last, her shrewd eldest son had a maid trying to climb into his bed.
Good heavens! She had been in this ancient world for quite some time, and she had finally heard that something like this had happened in her own household. She was terribly curious. After all, such scandals between the sheets were common in great families.
Nanny Gong: “…”
The Dowager Madam’s gossipy expression was simply too obvious. She could hardly continue speaking.
“So, did that maid they sent away actually succeed?” Song Ci asked, brimming with curiosity.
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Nanny Gong laughed helplessly. “Dowager Madam, if she had succeeded, the Prime Minister certainly wouldn’t have allowed Madam to send her away.”
A bedchamber plot could not succeed with only one willing party. If the man had no such intentions, the maid could strip herself bare and it still would not work. But if he had been willing, he would never have let her be sent away.
Song Ci thought to herself, Who knew whether her clever son was simply a scoundrel who refused to take responsibility after having his way with her?
But she could not say that aloud, so she replied awkwardly, “I was only asking. By the way, have the servants keep an eye on things later. Tell them not to gossip carelessly. We mustn’t make Madam Gu look bad.”
“This old servant understands.”
“Mother.”
Song Ci watched Song Zhiyu rush in like a gust of wind. Clutching her chopsticks, she glanced at the Western clock and said, “Why aren’t you at the academy? Skipping class?”
“The academy is closed today for a holiday. I came over to have breakfast with you,” Song Zhiyu said with a beaming smile.
Song Ci said, “Then this is the perfect chance to ask you. You saw Miss Wang yesterday, didn’t you? Well, what did you think? Do you like her?”
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