Chunhui Hall.
Song Ci looked at Song Zhiyu, whose eyes never left his son for a second, and couldn't help but sigh. This full-time dad really surprised her with his attentiveness.
"I don't usually see you bringing Hong Hong over to chat and relieve this old lady's boredom, so why are you back now?"
Song Zhiyu was half-lying on the Arhat bed, playing with his son, and said, "Isn't it the conscription season? The Commandery Princess is very busy at the military camp, rearranging veteran generals' lines, and I heard they are reorganizing. She didn't have much time to come back to the mansion, so my son and I came over."
"Since the Commandery Princess is not here, you might as well stay for a few days. After all, your courtyard is cleaned every day." Song Ci pinched her little grandson's chubby lotus-like arm, finding it particularly amusing.
But it was only fun for less than a minute before her hand was moved aside by Song Zhiyu.
