Song Ci drank two cups of tea before looking at Wu Dan, who was kneeling on the ground quite unsettled. After waiting for a while, her once tough demeanor seemed to have faded.
"Madam Wu, if you want to follow this old man of my family, it's not impossible. The Song family is large and wealthy, so you won't lack food, drink, or clothing, but there won't be much more beyond that."
Wu Dan was taken aback: "What do you mean?"
"It means that the old man wants to take you as a secondary wife, which is impossible. I don't agree," Song Ci looked at her. "If you want to enjoy wealth, you can only be his concubine, just like the two ladies in Hongxiu Pavilion. Being a secondary wife is out of the question."
Wu Dan's eyes widened, and she shuffled forward on her knees, saying, "Madam, I come from a decent family, a proper farming and studying household, not from some disreputable place."
