These days passed, trying hard to recall the original owner's memories, Song Ci has also grasped the nature of this youngest son.
Growing up privileged, being the youngest and pampered by everyone, it's inevitable to turn into a little tyrant or a frivolous dandy, but he doesn't have a bad temperament. He has some sense of justice; not outstanding, but definitely not useless.
No wonder others find him likable.
"Getting married is a lifelong matter. I don't want to randomly choose a girl for you, after all it's for a lifetime," Song Ci patted his head, treating him like a younger brother, and said, "Don't rush, you're a man; marrying later is fine. Let's find someone suitable."
Song Zhiyu: "I'm not in a hurry. It's just that there seems to be people inviting you to incense?"
"Just going like that? I have to inquire about the girl, otherwise what will people think?" Song Ci said, "Siliang, have you thought about what kind of wife you want?"
