Song Lingzhao rode back to the mansion, a trace of excitement on his face. He dismounted at the east corner gate and tossed the reins to the porter coming up to greet him, and walked inside briskly.
"Zhao'er, just back from outside?"
Song Lingzhao halted, recognized the person before him, and bowed with respect: "Third Uncle, you're here as well."
Song Zhiqing smiled faintly and said, "Third Uncle just returned to the mansion too, seems you were following right behind me." He glanced at his nephew's stature and compared it to his own inwardly, saying, "You've shot up quite fast this year, almost taller than your Third Uncle now."
Song Lingzhao scratched his head, saying, "Perhaps it's because of my daily martial practice, my appetite is large."
"No problem, it's said that half-grown boys eat their parents into poverty but your mother's dowry was rich, no matter how much you eat, you're well provided for."
