"Prime Minister, the third Young Master has arrived," Jiang Fula reported to Song Zhiyuan with a bow.
Song Zhiyuan straightened his body, placed the wolf-hair brush on the pen rest, and looked at Song Lingjie entering the study. Smiling, he asked, "Weren't you taken by your mother to meet someone? You've returned so soon, how did it go?"
Song Lingjie blushed and said, "Has Uncle heard of it too?"
"Your father said your mother can't wait to talk about your marriage twelve hours a day right in his ear, and she can't stop praising Miss Fu San. I reckon you can't escape it," Song Zhiyuan teased with a smile. "However, your elder brother is also getting married; it's time for you to get engaged too. It would save your parents from being constantly besieged at social engagements."
"Hmm."
Song Zhiyuan laughed and said, "You have a strong foundation yourself, so there's no need to worry about marriage. When you become a Scholar in the future, you'll be even more distinguished."
