"Today, if I have offended Miss Liu, I hope Miss Liu will not take it to heart. I merely wish to avoid any misunderstanding or trouble." Song Yanqing still appeared refined and courteous, yet there was an icy distance beneath his surface politeness. "Furthermore, if Miss Liu wishes not to become my mother's pawn, I advise you to keep your distance from her. You are of marriageable age, and your priority should be your own marriage concerns, so that my mother does not delay you."
"Thank you for your concern, Master Song. I know my own limits." Liu Qiushan's expression visibly soured.
Clearly, Song Yanqing's words had left her quite dissatisfied.
Song Yanqing seemed not to notice.
To him, he was merely nipping potential issues in the bud.
He could not comply with his mother's plans for descendants, nor did he want to create a rift in their mother-son relationship. This was the only way he could achieve his goals.
The carriage ride continued in silence.
