Mei Boqing's face showed no expression, but his eyes revealed a hint of shock.
"Your mother has developed quite the skill, even able to foresee floods."
Xiao Song smiled proudly: "Of course, my mother is talented. Back then when my parents traveled from the Capital to the Southern Yi, it was all thanks to my mother watching the skies and finding water sources that they arrived without losing a single person. Her ability to predict the weather is impressive; if she says it will rain tomorrow, it surely won't be sunny. If she says drought is coming, there will definitely be no rain."
Mei Boqing listened, his brows furrowed: "If there really is a flood, it should be reported to the court soon..."
He stopped speaking before completing his sentence.
Having lived to the present age, Mei Boqing's youthful innocence and arrogance have been mostly worn away.
He was now a seasoned elder, naturally aware that even if the court were informed of a flood next spring, no one would care.
