Song Zhicheng left his own courtyard and headed to the eldest brother's study, his expression somewhat unpleasant.
Song Zhiyuan had just finished discussing political issues with Mr. Jun and others. Seeing his second brother come in, he asked the servant to bring a pot of Pu'er tea.
"Who upset you?"
With a dark face, Song Zhicheng said, "Brother, do you know about the third brother?"
Song Zhiyuan raised an eyebrow: "Here for the third brother? You must be free."
"You really know." Song Zhicheng glared and frowned, "What is he up to, really can't stand being lonely and took in a new concubine? Or is there something about that woman surnamed Bai's background?"
Song Zhiyuan poured him a cup of tea and said, "When people came from Datong to deliver for the Autumn Festival, I sent someone to investigate. Bai's background is clean and traceable."
Song Zhicheng's brows tightened: "If her background is clean, then has she truly captured his heart?"
