Song Hong laughed.
Seeing that it was still early, he simply sat at the head of the table, ignoring Little Lady Hou and Song Chongzhao, and first looked at Wang Yongzhu: "Since you've given to the Madam and others, where's mine?"
Wang Yongzhu saluted silently and waved her hand.
The maid behind her brought forward several trays and presented the items.
Song Hong saw the curved knife, though inlaid with gold and jade, when unsheathed, it was indeed a shimmering divine weapon.
He weighed it in his hand a few times and nodded indifferently.
Then he looked at what Wang Yongzhu had prepared for several sons, all similar playful instruments, clearly products of the palace, impartial and balanced, all looking about the same.
Instantly, he understood.
Over there, Little Lady Hou was still sobbing, and everyone in the room dared not make a sound, only sneaking glances at Song Hong to see what he would say.
