"Not to mention, there's still that 'lady' in the palace. Whenever she sneezes, my good son would fret terribly and rush over to serve her!"
As the woman spoke, she couldn't help but add a touch of sarcasm.
Nanny Song grew increasingly sympathetic, "Miss—"
Her dear miss, truly her life had been too bitter.
In the early years, she lived in fear with the late Emperor, and after his demise, she worried herself sick for the current Emperor.
After much difficulty, when His Majesty finally grew up and could govern, it turned out she still couldn't enjoy her twilight years.
"What 'lady,' she's nothing but a plaything!"
Being the woman's confidante, Nanny Song stood firmly by her side.
Hearing the woman mention 'that lady' in a self-mocking, desolate tone, Nanny Song shared her resentment, completely disdainful.
"She's not a plaything, but indeed His Majesty's kin."
The woman spoke as she slowly sat up.
