After some effort persuading Song Zhiyuan and his wife to leave, Song Ci turned around and went to her small Buddhist chapel. Respectfully, she lit an incense stick in front of the Bodhisattva, bowed, and then placed it into the incense burner.
Nanny Gong noticed her unprecedented devotion, a trace of worry flashing through her eyes. She wondered what the Empress Dowager had dreamt of to be so frightened.
But what else could cause her such terror, if not matters concerning the Song Mansion?
Nanny Gong silently retreated and closed the door, standing guard outside the small chapel, her expression slightly cold.
Song Ci knelt on the prayer mat, clasped her hands, and murmured quietly for a moment before opening her eyes.
"Are you here? If you are, let's have a little chat?" Song Ci muttered tentatively.
