Chapter 86: Some People Even Bully Ghosts

Song Ci turned the invitation her little granddaughter had brought over and over in her hands, thinking how ancient people really loved these formalities—sending invitations for no reason at all, even when living under the same roof.
Still, the little girl’s handwriting was truly elegant; even after two lifetimes, Song Ci felt she could not compare.
“This child’s handwriting is excellent,” Song Ci said, handing the invitation to Madam Gong. “But don’t you think Wei’er is rather precocious? She’s only eight, yet she acts as mature and sensible as someone in her teens.”
Anyone who didn’t know might think she had been reincarnated or transmigrated.
Madam Gong glanced at the writing on the invitation. “That must be thanks to Third Lady’s teaching. You’ve forgotten, Third Lady’s delicate calligraphy was always admired. As for being sensible, she is indeed advanced for her age, but the eldest young miss was also clever and lively in her time—after all, she was the first daughter.”
There was something Madam Gong left unsaid: Lady Lu was never one to admit defeat; naturally, she would devote herself to raising her daughter well.
Song Ci replied awkwardly, “You’re right, but I just feel the child must be exhausted.”
Madam Gong glanced at her carefully, lowered her eyes, and her gaze settled on her slightly clenched fist, lips pursed gently.
“By the way, take her a housewarming gift. I won’t join the children’s festivities; better not make them uncomfortable,” Song Ci instructed.
Madam Gong agreed with a smile.

“Madam, Physician Lin has come to give you your acupuncture,” Hong Xiu announced, lifting the curtain and letting Lin Qing enter.
Song Ci rose with Madam Gong’s help; she was already accustomed to this daily regimen of acupuncture and massage. With each session, her body felt lighter.
She never expected that this time the needles would plunge her into a nightmare.
Sweat pouring, Song Ci watched herself submerged in water, only her head above the surface.
No, to be precise, she watched the original owner.
“Song Ci, you’ve taken possession of my body without doing anything worthwhile. How cruel you are. Give my body back!” The original owner’s lips moved, drifting closer beneath the water.
Imagine a human head swimming toward you from afar, beneath the surface—
How chilling is that image?
Without thinking, Song Ci kicked out into thin air. “You old ghost, who are you trying to scare?”
The original owner: “……”

Some people even bully ghosts.
Seeing the original owner retreat, Song Ci called out, “Stand up! Even as a ghost, you should appear whole. What do you look like, lurking in the water?”
The original owner glared at her and stood up.
“Aren’t you supposed to be reincarnated? How do you appear in my dream? Trying to scare me—do you think it would be a good thing if you frightened me to death?” Song Ci demanded.
The original owner’s gaze flickered. “I forgot to tell you something. That’s why I returned, only to find you occupying my place and doing nothing.”
“How am I doing nothing? I’m working hard to live for you! Every day I undergo acupuncture and exercise to keep your broken body functioning. Otherwise, how could your eldest son serve as prime minister, and the family live in harmony? Honestly, madam, you’re really slandering me.”
The original owner looked embarrassed, but raised her chin defiantly. “I don’t care. While you’re in my body, you must promise to protect the Song family and ensure its prosperity, and find a good wife for my youngest son.”
“Well, you’re very ambitious, madam. If you’re so capable, why don’t you do it yourself?” Song Ci snorted. She could not bear threats. “As it is, I—a young, beautiful girl—am stuck in the body of an old woman at death’s door. It’s suffocating. Come on, summon my soul out. Maybe there’s some unlucky soul willing to take your place and manage this grand business of raising a family and making a fortune.”