When Song Ci found out that the Empress Dowager's friend had her back once again, she burst into a proud laugh, like an old chrysanthemum blooming, and cheerily told the palace nanny and others, "This shows the importance of hugging the right thigh!"
What could everyone say? What harm is there in the old lady's boasting this time? It's just self-praise after all, just let her be.
Song Ci added, "In return for the favor, I've decided to personally dig up a basket of potatoes to send into the palace, so the Lady can have a taste."
The palace nanny twitched her mouth, "Old Madam, the weather is too cold, let Chen Da and the others dig them up, how can you do it yourself?"
"That won't do, the Empress Dowager protects me so much; what's wrong with me digging up a basket of potatoes for her? It's my sincere gesture," Song Ci replied, "Quick, tie the wrist guard on me."
The potatoes she planted herself also had to be dug up by herself to satisfy her sense of accomplishment.
