Song Lingzhao walked out of Grand Marshal Liu's small study, and Damao, who was waiting outside, immediately approached him.
"Young Master, did the Grand Marshal give you a hard time?" Damao asked in a low voice.
Song Lingzhao clicked his tongue: "Listen to you, the Grand Marshal is old enough to be my grandfather, how could he trouble a young guy like me. The old man wants to lend a good hand to your master."
"Really?"
"Hmm, let's talk while we walk."
Song Lingzhao was in an extremely good mood as he walked out of the Grand Marshal's study; he also received a letter from Song Lingjie.
That kid, not even of age, and he already passed the examination, truly worthy as his twin brother.
Damao followed Song Lingzhao, listening to him, and said in great astonishment, "So, does this mean the Grand Marshal knows your identity?"
"How could he not know?" Song Lingzhao's eyes showed a hint of warmth, and he said, "Perhaps Uncle and Ajie informed the Grand Marshal in advance."
