Song Ci was teasing her little grandson as usual when she heard that Song Zhiqing was coming, which surprised her somewhat.
It's not that Song Zhiqing wasn't filial, but since he wasn't her biological son, he wasn't as close as Song Zhiyuan and his brothers, and Song Ci wasn't fond of him. She only required him to visit for morning and evening greetings on the first and fifteenth of each month.
This isn't the usual time to pay respects; what's he here for?
"Let Third Master in," Song Ci instructed, asking Mrs. Deng to take the young boy away. She leaned on the crane-decorated pillow on the Arhat bed, with one hand on another, a somewhat firmer, filial red pillow, while her legs were covered with a thin blanket.
Song Zhiqing walked in, and seeing her so leisurely, he lowered his eyes and greeted her with a bow, "Your son greets Mother. I hope Mother is well."
"Rise." Song Ci raised her hand slightly and looked at Chun Fen beside her, "Serve tea to Third Master."
