Song Zhiyuan changed into his court attire to attend the court session. Throughout the journey, he remained cold and silent. Song Zhiqing, who was sharing the carriage to save time, wished he could turn invisible, shrinking by the carriage door to avoid being noticed.
Song Zhiyuan opened his eyes, his gaze fixed on his younger brother.
"B-Brother," Song Zhiqing shivered, speaking with a stammer.
Song Zhiyuan said, "I heard that your concubine Bai has caught the eye of Consort Xiao, who often invites her over for incense and flower appreciation?"
Song Zhiqing paused, carefully responding, "There is such a thing. Bai is good at painting floral patterns and, having a good rapport with Consort Xiao's maternal aunt, Consort Xiao has asked about her several times, thus forming a connection."
