Listening to Song Ci criticize her son, Niu Pan'er couldn't help but glance over at Song Zhiyu next door.
He looked as if he had lost the will to live and was helpless, making her laugh uncontrollably.
Song Zhiyu glared at her, picked up a sesame cake from the table, and took a fierce bite to vent his frustration.
He was humiliated, all thanks to his old mother!
Niu Pan'er withdrew her gaze, poured more tea for Song Ci, and said with a smile, "Your words are truly amusing."
"I'm not deliberately teasing you, I'm just telling the truth," Song Ci said. "Commandery Princess, don't listen to those gossips outside saying you don't know the female code or feel no shame—they're the real clowns. I've said it before: What everyone can do is not impressive. Out of ten women, nine can embroider, but only one can go to the battlefield, and that one is you. That's what makes you amazing."
"Madam, you're praising me too much." Niu Pan'er felt a bit embarrassed by the compliment.
