Song Cheng was taken aback; this was exactly what Yu Nianzhao had said.
He glanced at Yu Nianzhao and said with difficulty, "Father, I've already invited a master to look at it."
Mr Song looked around, "You invited a master too? Have you finally come to your senses? Where is the master?"
Song Cheng said, "This Miss Yu is the master I mentioned. She's truly remarkable, she..."
"What? This girl looks even younger than Caiwei, and you tell me she's the master? Song Cheng, I thought you'd finally cleared your head, but you're still so useless. All the princes I've taught have grown into emperors, why is it that you're the only troublesome one?"
Mr Song glanced at Yu Nianzhao briefly, then interrupted Song Cheng's attempt to continue, his beard almost rising in anger.
The rebuke did not care for his dignity at all, and Song Cheng awkwardly bowed his head.
He had always feared his father, Mr Song, since childhood.
