Song Zhiyuan heard Qingcheng Marquis's sympathies for his father, put down his teacup, and said with a smile: "It's not like the Uncle's Mansion, with many sons and grandsons, our Song family's grandchildren are still a bit fewer."
Qingcheng Marquis waved his hand: "It's not that few, just counting now, not including the husband, you three brothers each have two sons, in the future, when the branches spread, this mansion might not be big enough."
Not to mention two, even with Prime Minister Song's and the second one's sons, they are all legitimate children.
"Thank you for your kind words."
Qingcheng Marquis's eyes twinkled, he took a sip of tea, and said with a smile: "In fact, my visit here, you with your cleverness must have guessed, is about the children's marriage arrangements. Just yesterday I heard Bo Ning returned to the city, why don't I see him today? Afraid he's avoiding old brother me?"
The main topic finally came.
