Looking again at the sons following behind Song Chongjin, the presence of jewels and jade made the sons, who once seemed not too bad, suddenly seem lacking.
Chongjun, at least, is a small leader of the Imperial Forest Guard, yet his aura is inferior to Chongjin, a scholar, not inheriting even a bit of his father's might.
And then there's Chongming, this child is so weak, just after a few steps, he is already panting like that?
Frowning, he scolded, "Look at yourselves, one by one, what do you look like? I usually ask you to follow the teachers in the mansion and exercise more, but you treat my words like wind past your ears. Look at your eldest brother, and then look at yourselves, aren't you ashamed? Aren't you embarrassed?"
Song Chongjin heard this and maintained an expressionless face, but his heart grew colder.
