Song Ci truly felt that her eyes had been opened. Two individuals whose combined ages exceeded fifty, both educated and officials, with the woman being an Imperial Decree, yet behaving like a common market shrew, fighting and pulling her husband's hair?
Oh dear, it felt suffocating in her chest.
What a mess. She knew that having a concubine in a small family was the root of chaos. It seemed the Song Family's ancestral rules needed another stern addition.
To specifically address these men who couldn't control their lower halves.
Song Zhiqing and Mrs. Lu, kneeling on the ground, didn't dare lift their heads. In this hot summer, it felt as if they were knee-deep in ice, with countless ants burrowing into their knees, densely packed, itchy and painful.
