Song Zhiyuan watched Prime Minister Fan leave in a fluster, his lips gradually forming a restrained smile, and he sighed softly.
The embarrassment Prime Minister Fan faced today would be his own experience tomorrow; it seemed wrong to mock others' misfortune. Such shamelessness.
He turned his gaze and noticed Prince Xiao smiling at Song Zhiqing, a trace of gloom and displeasure crossing his face.
Song Zhiqing also saw his eldest brother, quickly apologized to Prince Xiao, bowed slightly, and walked over, bowing his hand: "Brother."
Song Zhiyuan responded with a grunt, looking at Prince Xiao's back, he said, "I've heard you've been quite close with Prince Xiao lately."
Song Zhiqing's heart tightened, hurriedly replying: "Not really, I was just accompanying Madam Bai to Prince Xiao's Mansion for a visit. When Madam Bai was at her maiden home, she had some affinity with Consort Xiao's concubine aunt, so they called her over for a chat."
