Song Ci was wearing a suit of 'sport casual wear' in moon-white color, stretching her old arms and legs in the courtyard like usual.
If it weren't for her being really old, with stiff bones and a frail body, she would have directly practiced yoga instead of just doing Tai Chi like this.
No choice, old bones; she had to take it easy. If she overdid it, the crisp snap of bones breaking and lying bedridden would be worse than death.
"Madam, the third lady and the children have come to pay their respects," Nanny said softly, standing with her hands down.
Song Ci's movement of stirring the yin and yang eight trigram wheel paused slightly. Without turning her head, she said, "Didn't I tell them to rest and not to come for greetings?"
Nanny said, "You're considerate, but as a daughter-in-law, she wouldn't dare to take it seriously."
Song Ci sighed helplessly, "What can I say, when you speak the truth, no one believes it. When you lie, they take it as gospel."
