The young man was shy, and after speaking a few words with Song Ci, he was full of concerns and was sent away by his perceptive grandmother.
Song Lingsu stood in front of the gate of Chunhui Hall and headed towards the outer courtyard. Instead of returning to his own courtyard, he turned towards the Double Lin Hall, where his third brother and others were.
Unexpectedly, Song Lingjie had already set up a small wine table in the courtyard, ward a pot of wine, and placed various mooncakes and fruits on the table, as though waiting for soone to arrive.
Song Lingsu was sowhat surprised and said, "It looks like you’re expecting , aren’t you?"
"Certainly not expecting Zhou’er, right?" Song Lingjie chuckled and gestured to a chair nearby, saying, "So, have you and Grandmother had a talk?"
Song Lingsu was surprised again, knowing his cousin’s sly cunning, he replied, "Do you know what I talked about with Grandmother?"
"It’s nothing more than talking about our marriages. Grandmother had you escort her back to the courtyard and lingered for a while, so she must have talked about you first." Song Lingjie poured a cup of chrysanthemum wine, pushed it in front of him, and said, "Perhaps there is a future sister-in-law arranged for you in the Sunflower Garden?"
Song Lingsu blushed and said, "With your sches, if you don’t beco a governnt official in the future, you’d be doing your cunning mind an injustice."
Song Lingjie raised an eyebrow, "Looks like even if my guess is off, it’s not far off."
Song Lingsu spat at him, took the wine cup and clinked it against his, saying, "There is indeed such a person, but Grandmother said we’ll talk after the match is decided. I didn’t look closely, just felt it was a bit sudden."
He did not na the person, and Song Lingjie did not ask, as this matter was still uncertain, and spreading it recklessly could harm the reputation of the lady.
Actually, even without saying it, he vaguely guessed who it might be from the words he heard in the study room.
"Turning a year soon, you’ll be sixteen, it should be decided. Once you’ve decided, I suppose after I finish my exams and earn a title, mine will be decided too," said Song Lingjie.
Song Lingsu was surprised, "Are you so sure?"
"It’s just an engagent, not a marriage. First, have soone engaged, so at least there’s a fiancée in case of unexpected situations..." Song Lingjie hesitated for a mont and said, "Actually, Uncle asks about Grandmother’s health every ti."
Song Lingsu was shocked, his eyes widened, "Grandmother is she...?"
"Grandmother will be sixty next year, looking hale and hearty now, but is getting old, and she had chronic illnesses when she was young."
Song Lingjie spoke evasively, but Song Lingsu understood, fearing that Song Ci might suddenly beco unwell while this generation of them hasn’t even settled their marriages, let alone have a fourth generation born.
If they have soone engaged, in case of ergency, getting married urgently wouldn’t be impossible, but if there’s no one and they marry soone randomly, it would be more passive.
If Song Ci were here, she’d probably be frustrated to the point of being powerless to complain, worrying that she might suddenly pass away without even seeing her grandson getting married!
"Let’s see, if the adults think it’s good, having it decided is also fine. From a family like ours, the girl chosen won’t be too bad," Song Lingsu smiled and said, "It’s just the second brother who has temporarily escaped this ordeal."
People not present, no relationship to settle.
When ntioning Song Lingzhao, a trace of worry flashed in Song Lingjie’s eyes, wondering how that guy was doing now, and accustod to military life? During such a festive season, would he be hosick?
Naturally, there would be hosickness. Song Lingzhao was also a young man, just a person; how could he not? Yet despite missing ho, he felt leaving was the right choice.
Military life, too exhilarating!
Lying on the grass heap, gazing at the bright moon, Song Lingzhao nibbled on the corner of a cold, hard mooncake, with his hands behind his head, one leg crossed over the other, thinking the moon here was lower, easier to reach than in Shangjing.
He murmured to himself, "I’m doing well, don’t worry!"
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