"Expecting the fourth young master to hunt geese himself is impossible. Just look at his frail appearance—he probably can't even draw a bow. It's better to let the guards go, but to show sincerity, he still has to accompany them, at least to show some effort."
Song Ci chuckled as she talked to Nanny about the betrothal gifts, reaching for the honeyed pomelo peel nearby, only to find it gone.
She looked up and saw Lin Qing, sitting across from her, smiling and wiggling her finger with a sorrowful expression, saying, "I'm just on my second piece."
Lin Qing calmly took away the plate of candied fruit, saying, "You've had quite a bit of sweet treats recently, and you coughed twice last night. I'm aware of all this."
Song Ci grinned sheepishly, "It's just that my throat is dry, so I need some honey candies to soothe it."
"You can't be eating them all day long. Too many sweets aren't good for your health," Lin Qing wouldn't indulge her whims.
