Jiang Lun glanced at his son-in-law and sensed that things were not simple. This son-in-law of his was a skilled official, just chronically unlucky. Whenever a promotion was on the line, he always seemed to be missing that little bit of good fortune. It was as if the heavens had to stir up some trouble for him.
Otherwise, at his age and with his strategic mind, he would have become a Capital City official long ago.
Resigning and returning to the Capital City now was a good thing. Third Master Song was an upright official, but he was too upright. The Song Family still needed someone to manage the bigger picture.
"You've heard about what happened in Yan City?" Jiang Lun asked.
Song Nanyong nodded. "Father, I can't shake the feeling that something is fishy about this. I'm deeply unsettled. I was hoping you could offer some guidance."
Jiang Lun's eyes narrowed as he looked at his son-in-law. "If you have something on your mind, just say it."
