As the group of adults moved into the main hall to talk, Madam Lu glanced at Song Zhiqing, who had just been ’pardoned’ and returned, and nudged his elbow, pouting her lips.
"You should go over and listen."
Song Zhiqing rolled his eyes at her, glanced towards the main hall, and said, "It’s obvious they’re discussing Su’er’s marriage. What business does an uncle like have ddling in that?"
Madam Lu was furious: "Second Uncle is also an uncle, isn’t he going? Why can’t you?"
Hearing this, Song Zhiqing smirked sarcastically and whispered, "Is that the sa? He’s legitimate, am I? If I go, I’ll just make people unhappy. Why should I bring trouble upon myself?"
Madam Lu was choked.
Song Zhiqing said, "If you want to go, go yourself. I certainly don’t have your dignity. I’m going back to wash up and sleep."
With that, he casually walked away with his hands behind his back.
Madam Lu was so angry that she stomped her feet, clenching her molars. What a useless oaf.
Even if not just to join the fun, at least see if there’s any news. He shuts his ears to everything, how can he be like this? The news in the third household is already delayed, and yet he’s so lazy.
The wretch is utterly unreliable.
"Madam?"
Nanny Zhou was startled as she saw Madam Lu turn away.
Madam Lu said, "I’m going to the side room to personally serve so digestive tea to them."
Can’t count on the husband, do it yourself.
Nanny Zhou was slightly exasperated but had no choice but to follow her. This is good too; the family hasn’t split, and the third household can’t stay out of everything. It’s better to help with shared responsibilities; relationships are built this way.
Main hall.
Old Master Song felt like an ant on a hot pan, unable to sit still.
Song Zhiyuan didn’t beat around the bush and asked directly, "Father, is there sothing you’re concerned about?"
Old Master Song’s body stiffened slightly. In this family, he feared his eldest son the most, followed by that old woman Song Ci. Now, the eldest son’s question seed casual, but he felt it had a hint of interrogation.
"Well, this..."
How should he say it? That he also arranged a marriage for his eldest grandson?
Though it was just verbal, a man’s word is his bond, especially since he had even given his token.
Seeing sweat on his father’s forehead, Song Zhiyuan frowned slightly.
Just as he was about to say sothing, Madam Lu personally led the maidservants to serve several cups of tea, placing one in front of each person, and then didn’t leave.
Song Ci gave her a glance: "..."
Madam Lu just stood by her side with a smile.
Song Ci ignored her minor sches, only looking at Old Master Song’s bare hand, saying, "Where is the Jade Ring granted to you by the Emperor?"
Hearing this, Song Zhiyuan was stunned and instinctively looked at his father’s hand. The Jade Ring, which he usually flaunted like a treasure, was nowhere to be seen.
Old Master Song quickly retracted his hand behind him.
Well then, with that move, no need to say; it’s clear there’s sothing suspicious in your heart. Feeling guilty, aren’t you?
"Father?"
Song Zhiyuan squinted his eyes. Other missing items might be fine, but that was an imperial gift, not sothing to be casually given away or lost, as that would be disrespectful.
Seeing his son this way, Old Master Song stubbornly said, "I temporarily gave that Jade Ring to soone as a token. It’s not for anything inappropriate. Coincidentally, as a grandfather, I also arranged a good marriage for Su’er, with the daughter of the Qingcheng Marquis Mansion."
Like a pig spoiled by boiling water, the more unruly, the more daring.
Throwing caution to the wind.
What can you do about !
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