Song Ci cheerfully folded the recognition certificate and tucked it into her sleeve. Since traveling through time, she managed to earn a merit by using a potato that would become ordinary in the future. Oh, isn't she the lucky one?
The Empress Dowager Wang was very curious and asked two questions she dared not pose: "Ah Ci, why are you collecting this?"
Both Emperor Chu and Song Zhiyuan perked up their ears.
Song Ci blatantly lied, "To frame it."
Everyone: "???"
Are you kidding us?
"Ah Ci, stop being cheeky," said the Empress Dowager Wang helplessly.
Song Ci glanced at the equally curious Emperor Chu, raised her fingers, and vowed, "Lady, I swear to heaven that I will never use these certificates for any nefarious deeds or anything harmful to the Great Qing. If I break this vow, I am willing to be consigned to Avici Hell, never to reincarnate."
Everyone was terrified.
Such a dire vow, far more severe than any curse of divine retribution.
