Upon hearing Song Zhiqing's somewhat impatient tone, Song Zi's eyebrows furrowed, and her smile faded a little.
"In Third Brother's view, am I unwelcome here?"
Song Zhiqing chuckled: "Not quite unwelcome. Your Lin Family is now prosperous and wealthy, suddenly aligning with the Crown Prince. I, a mere invalid, am hardly worth your efforts to endear yourselves. After all, I am not like Eldest Brother, the Prime Minister wielding power, nor like Jie, the good son who serves as the Crown Prince's Study Companion."
Song Zi was so furious her chest heaved, and she stood up briskly, glaring at Song Zhiqing: "What do you mean by this, Third Brother? If you think I'm someone who curries favor, just say it outright. Why be so sarcastic?"
Disappointment flickered in her eyes; ever since the incident happened to Song Zhiqing, he had grown increasingly eccentric, but she paid no mind. After all, encountering such a tragedy would be difficult for anyone to accept.
