Song Xianyun fell silent. Indeed, this decision was not for them to make; they only needed to support Song Changsheng unconditionally.
"Changsheng has only been in seclusion for a year, and who knows when he'll emerge. In the meantime, about the boy's cultivation…"
"Send him to Ruyun Hall. I'll personally teach him for a time. After all, I am the boy's great-grandfather."
"That works. I'll have Yunxue bring the boy up the mountain later." Song Xianyun nodded slightly. Within the clan, only Song Xianming was truly qualified.
"Qingqing is out of seclusion. Go and see her. And have the boy brought up as soon as possible. We mustn't delay his cultivation."
"Understood," Song Xianyun replied, and the two went their separate ways.
Early the next morning, in Song Changsheng's small courtyard.
Xia Yunxue hauled the still-dreaming Song Qingyun out of bed, then took out a new set of clothes she had tailored and began to dress him.
