Song Buming caught sight of a figure at the doorway from the corner of his eye, but he didn't say anything, simply lowering his head and continuing to eat slowly.
Song Buchang looked up and saw the person as well. He called him in, saying with a smile, "Come and eat before the food gets cold."
Song Buchang himself was the son of a concubine. Although he was the older cousin, he never lorded his seniority over his legitimate-born cousin, always interacting with him with a degree of caution.
Song Bu Yue smiled at Song Buchang. "I've kept you waiting, Second Cousin."
"It's nothing," Song Buchang said with a dismissive laugh.
Song Bu Yue looked at the silent Song Buming, and his thoughts drifted to the scoldings he had received from his father these past few days. His already pale complexion turned even more ashen.
