Song Zhiqing walked out of the study, glanced at the dark night sky above, pressed his lips together, and headed towards the guest courtyard. After a few steps, he stopped and changed direction towards the Plum Garden.
In the study, Song Zhiyuan listened to the report from the Hidden Guard, sipped his tea with a calm expression, and chuckled lightly.
He made his point clear, wondering if the third brother is clever or not depends on his choice. If he recklessly endangers the family's overall interest, then he doesn't mind pulling him down from his position.
Madam Lu was about to retire when she heard Song Zhiqing had arrived. Her body stiffened slightly, and she pressed her lips together, unable to describe her feelings.
Song Zhiqing also felt somewhat awkward. In just over a year, the sweetness between husband and wife seemed gone, replaced by a sense of distance, making everything uncomfortable.
Though he felt uneasy, Madam Lu was truly filled with bitter disappointment.
