Song Ci admitted she was old, but each time someone mentioned it, she felt a bit aggrieved and upset inside, wanting to yell back, "I'm only twenty-eight this year."
Yet, she couldn't.
Especially now, not only could she not mention it, but she also had to placate this distinguished person.
"Lady, illness is what ages a person. I was really worn out recently," Song Ci sighed softly. "But, well, old is old. Given my age, as long as these old bones can still eat, drink, and walk to pay my respects to you, that's enough."
Hearing this, Empress Dowager Wang felt even more distressed. "You say that, but you never come. Since the beginning of the year, how many times have you sent your card to enter the palace?"
Song Ci remained silent.
She somewhat admired the old lady she used to be; this person knew her boundaries.
