On the eve of the Mid-Autumn Festival, Song Lingsu returned home from the Academy to celebrate the holiday with his family. As soon as he entered, he went to Chunhui Hall to pay his respects to his ancestor, Song Ci.
"Come here, let Grandma take a good look at you." Song Ci saw her eldest grandson and smiled sincerely.
Ever since Song Lingzhao joined the military, the family felt one person short. Song Ci missed these half-grown boys even more, so now with Song Lingsu back, she was naturally delighted.
Song Lingsu approached and bowed again, "Is Grandmother in good health? Your ungrateful grandson has been unable to serve by your side and enjoy your company, causing you to worry."
"Grandmother is doing well, and I have attendants by my side. They almost feed me water directly to my mouth." Song Ci held his hand and squinted her eyes as she looked him up and down, "It hasn't been long, but Su'er has grown taller and is becoming a young man."
