Song Zi was really infuriated. While others would support their nieces, Song Zhiqing was using his niece to cling to the Royal Family.
To put it nicely, she would be the prince's concubine, but no matter how nicely you put it, her status would still be that of a concubine, forced to look at others' expressions, with countless burdens weighing down on her. Even leaving the house would require permission.
She would have to be a fool to let her painstakingly raised daughter become that kind of mud underfoot.
"Zhihui is grateful for your kindness, but both her father and I are content with moderate wealth and prosperity. We won't pursue such greater fortunes," Song Zi coldly refused.
Song Zhiqing's face turned very unpleasant, as he said, "What does the Shen Family have to offer that can compare to a prince of the Imperial Family?"
