Dignified was Tai Ren, mother of the Marquis of the West; gracious was Tai Jiang, a wife of Xiqi. Da Si carried on their virtuous legacy, and thus bore a hundred sons.
This song was easy enough to understand: poise, dignity, kindness, and virtue were the proper qualities of a woman. Practicing medicine and cutting open bellies was sheer nonsense.
The final line, "Da Si carried on their virtuous legacy, and thus bore a hundred sons," went straight for the heart. It said that only women possessed of such virtues could carry on their ancestors' legacy and bear offspring. That was why Ji Chang had so many children and so much good fortune.
By contrast, King Zhou, who promoted cesarean sections and allowed women to practice medicine, had only two sons. This was Heaven's punishment!
The fact that such a song could circulate meant that quite a few people in the capital already agreed with Bo Yikao's views and had accepted his overtures.
With supporters behind him, the time had come for Bo Yikao to seek an audience.
"Bo Yikao, son of the guilty subject Ji Chang, pays his respects to Your Majesty."
No one answered.
Reeking of wine, Zi Shou cracked a walnut for Daji.
He had deliberately brought Daji to court that day to see how she would react. After investigating, he had discovered that Bo Yikao really was a handsome thirty-year-old man. The residence next to the Marquis of the West's Mansion was probably the Wang Family Mansion.
Excellent. Daji did not know Bo Yikao at all and could not even be bothered to give him a proper look.
Zi Shou's gaze made Daji a little bashful. Flaunting their affection in the Nine-Chamber Hall really did have its own charm.
After a while, Bo Yikao called out