The Valued Lady is Truly Dominant

As Jiang Fula said, the events of that year, the tail has long been swept clean. No matter how Song Zhiqing investigates, what he finds is only the truth. Including that woman, indeed died of a shameful disease, with no signs of human involvement, everything is normal.

For a courtesan, suffering from such a disease is only too natural.

What a case of dying without evidence.

Song Zhiqing swept everything off the desk onto the floor and smashed a set of Rain-Blue Official Kiln teapots.

But without evidence, is it not a matter? As they say, there’s no smoke without fire. Could someone have casually concocted this story, and intentionally let him know to provoke the feelings between the brothers?

Haha, he is already a useless invalid, what could provoking him further accomplish?

Song Zhiqing’s chest was filled with deep resentment with nowhere to vent, he hated it so much.

His life should not have been like this, it ought to be...

Like in that dream!

It was Song Zhiyuan who ruined him, no, it should be said Song Ci ruined him. If it weren’t for her uniqueness and lively presence, his life would have gone as in the dream.

Old hag, demon.

Song Zhiqing’s eyes flashed repeatedly, his lips tightly pressed.

If she truly is a demon, haha...

...

The summer scenery was just right.

Song Zhiyuan sat on a small stool, staring intently at the fishing rod in front of him, waiting for fish to bite.

From behind came the sound of a wheelchair rolling on the floor tiles. Song Zhiyuan didn’t move, but when the wheelchair stopped beside him, he turned his head and said, ”Why have you come too?”

”Passing by here, I just happened to see eldest brother fishing.” Song Zhiqing smiled lightly.

Song Zhiyuan instructed the attendant beside him, ”Give the third lord a new fishing rod.”

The attendant responded, and quickly fetched a new fishing rod and brought it over, along with a small bucket of bait.

Song Zhiqing had no intention of fishing. He looked around Song Zhiyuan but saw that there was no bucket of bait beside him, not even a bucket for fish?

”Elder brother doesn’t use bait?”

Fishing for solitude?

Song Zhiyuan said blandly, ”Fishing is all about fate and the atmosphere. Whether there is bait or not, it’s not important, those willing will bite.”

Song Zhiqing’s eyes flashed, ”Elder brother has a great mindset.”

Yet his heart was full of disdain, pretending to be a deep wolf while being a fool.

He also didn’t hook the bait, directly swaying the rod and tossing the line into the lake, holding the fishing rod.

The two remained silent.

Song Zhiqing, looking at the rippless surface of the lake, broke the silence, and said: ”Speaking of, just now I went to pay respects to mother, it’s been decades in the blink of an eye, mother has aged a lot, and elder brother is a grandfather now.”

”Time passes in a blink indeed, it really must be cherished before it slips away. Some things, if you are not careful, will disappear,” Song Zhiyuan glanced at him and said, ”Would you say that’s so?”

Song Zhiqing lowered his eyes to look at his legs, his throat stirred once, ”Elder brother is right, one should be careful, lest regret it.”

Song Zhiyuan turned to look at the lake again.

”Elder brother, do you feel mother has changed quite a bit?” Song Zhiqing sighed, ”In the past, mother seemed not to enjoy interacting and socializing with the noblewomen of the capital, but over the years she’s changed her nature, like she’s a different person, she’s become much more open.”

Song Zhiyuan’s eyes flashed coldly, with a faint smile he said, ”I remember, you used to study at the academy, and only returned home on holidays. After becoming a Scholar and marrying the younger sister-in-law, I got you an external posting, counting it up, your time at home hasn’t been much, it’s remarkable how well you know your mother.”

Song Zhiqing stiffened.