As the group of adults moved into the main hall to talk, Madam Lu glanced at Song Zhiqing, who had just been 'pardoned' and returned, and nudged his elbow, pouting her lips.
"You should go over and listen."
Song Zhiqing rolled his eyes at her, glanced towards the main hall, and said, "It's obvious they're discussing Su'er's marriage. What business does an uncle like me have meddling in that?"
Madam Lu was furious: "Second Uncle is also an uncle, isn't he going? Why can't you?"
Hearing this, Song Zhiqing smirked sarcastically and whispered, "Is that the same? He's legitimate, am I? If I go, I'll just make people unhappy. Why should I bring trouble upon myself?"
Madam Lu was choked.
Song Zhiqing said, "If you want to go, go yourself. I certainly don't have your dignity. I'm going back to wash up and sleep."
With that, he casually walked away with his hands behind his back.
Madam Lu was so angry that she stomped her feet, clenching her molars. What a useless oaf.
