After settling Young Master Dan, Song Ci sent for Lin Qing to check his pulse. Upon confirming that Young Master Dan only had a simple fright leading to a cold causing the fever, Song Ci finally breathed a sigh of relief.
After fussing for a while and having dinner and washing up, Song Ci washed away the fatigue and sat in the outer room in her loose home robe, sipping rose tea.
Nanny Gong attended her from the side, carefully observing her expression, and said, "You aren't angry, are you?"
Song Ci swallowed a mouthful of tea and asked back, "Why would I be angry?"
"Madam over there..."
Song Ci sighed and said, "I know she's always thinking about that day of difficult labor, with that thorn in her heart, it's hard to let go. For her and Young Master Dan, I guess fate is slightly lacking, but it's no matter; she doesn't regret it herself, and it's no harm for the child to be raised with me. Sometimes distance brings beauty; perhaps it'll be more pleasant this way."
