'Maternal grandfather.'
Song Yunzhao looked at Feng Yi. Those words sounded so incredibly dear.
'The more I think about it, the happier I feel. For the Emperor to say those words himself means he's already considering a higher rank for me in the future.'
Outside, Nanny Yu and the servants set out lunch. Only then did she call them in from behind the curtain.
Song Yunzhao hopped off the soft couch, took Feng Yi's hand, and led him outside. Seeing her practically bubbling with joy, Feng Yi felt his own spirits lift.
After lunch, Feng Yi, ignoring whether the courtiers outside were about to raise hell, held Yun Zhao and took a nap with her before getting up and heading to Taixi Hall.
Song Yunzhao was ecstatic. Her father had been made a Marquis.
However, the thought that Mrs. Cai would also be elevated to a Marchioness dampened some of her joy.
'Sigh.'
'If only I could separate the two of them.'
