Song Zhiyuan, a prominent figure in the court, was utterly speechless upon hearing his father's words.
How could he sell off his grandson just because of a couple of drinks? How muddle-headed!
He felt fortunate that his brothers and he didn't take after this old man here but rather took after their mother, otherwise how could the Song Family be where it is today?
Song Zhiyuan looked at Song Ci with a grateful and comforting expression.
Song Ci: "???"
She really couldn't understand that comforting look.
Madam Song was so angry that her hair was standing on end. If her mother-in-law and husband weren't present, it wouldn't have been her turn to speak, otherwise she would have slammed the table on the spot.
Her father-in-law was truly a disaster.
Song Zhiyuan coughed once: "Dad, alcohol causes blunders, but this one is really too much."
The old Song Master shrank his neck and said: "I…I only thought the Qingcheng Marquis Mansion was okay, so I got impulsive."
