Once you enter officialdom, you'll be a seventh-rank official before His Majesty, with a limitless future ahead of you!
Her eyes sparkled, and she immediately thought the man in front of her was incredibly handsome.
If He Yunce could rise to prominence and allow her to enjoy a first-class life, then Song Ruoan felt that she could actually tolerate his shortcomings!
On the other side, after Madam He left, Song Xizhi packed his medicine box and took a carriage to his maternal grandfather's house.
The Su family was a family of scholars and officials for generations. Su Shaoyuan rose to the rank of Grand Counselor. In the first half of his life, he upheld the Su family tradition of impartiality and non-partisanship, making him a completely loyal and upright official.
However, later, due to the dethronement of the late empress, he spoke out to the emperor to dissuade him, which displeased the emperor, and he was demoted to the position of Assistant Minister of Justice, far away from the political center, until his retirement.
As Song Xizhi was thinking, she felt the carriage beneath her stop, and Wu Mama whispered in her ear, "Miss, we have arrived at the Su residence."
She was helped down from the carriage by Granny Wu, and there her maternal grandparents were already waiting at the door.
The old-fashioned eldest uncle, Su Mingren, dressed in a blue robe, stood at the door with his arms crossed, waiting for her, despite his sour expression.
In his previous life, Song Xi did not have close contact with his maternal grandfather's family. The main reason for this was that he was afraid of his serious maternal uncle, who was not only cunning and sharp-tongued, but also had a temper as bad as a stinking rock in a latrine.
In his past life, whenever Song Xizhi saw him, he would try to stay far away. If he couldn't avoid him, he would silently respond to whatever Song Xizhi said.
Then he wouldn't listen to a single word.
"Zhizhi, you're here!" Su Shaoyuan grinned as he looked at the person getting off the carriage.
Maternal grandmother Zheng also stepped forward and held Song Xizhi's hand tightly, saying, "Good child, good child, you've grown up!"
Looking at her grandmother's graying temples, Song Xizhi's eyes welled up with tears. Just as she was about to speak, Su Mingren's voice suddenly rang out:
“Once you’re married, you shouldn’t wear such brightly colored clothes. I think dark green and dark blue are more suitable for your status.”
Song Xizhi's lips twitched suddenly.
Where does this old-fashioned person get their aesthetic sense from?
In this life, she's determined to clean up this stinking rock in the latrine!
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