Song Min's face was full of resentment, but he didn't rush to speak; instead, he first went forward to serve Song Yu some medicine.
Song Min's silence made Madam Rong more anxious, but she couldn't urge him. She had no choice but to sit aside and watch her two sons.
Song Yu and Song Min both had eyebrows and eyes resembling Song Qizheng, with thick black eyebrows, big and lively eyes, looking very heroic.
Song Yu's face shape followed her, adding a touch of elegance, with a scholarly aura.
Song Min's jaw was slightly wide, his temperament was cheerful and straightforward, making his smile particularly appealing.
Both sons were her dearest; they were thoughtful and considerate. But now, one was lying sickly on the bed, while the other had a gloomy expression, full of anger.
The two were not exactly confined at home, but were trapped in the Prefecture.
All because of Song Xian.
Song Min placed the empty medicine bowl on the table and poured Madam Rong a cup of hot tea.