Song Zhiyuan supported his mother's hand as they slowly walked towards Chunhui Hall, listening to Song Ci's admonishments.
"Don't be too hard on the second girl; she's so young, what does she know? She just thinks that, given her status and appearance, a match should be among equals. Even if she marries down, it shouldn't be to a poor family."
"Mother, I just think that child is good. If possible, I would like to groom him as a successor."
Song Ci was a bit surprised: "Do you think so highly of that person? Who is it? Could it be the guest elder scholar from the guest courtyard?"
Song Zhiyuan nodded: "It's a scholar with the surname Yan, with both talent and appearance, from a family engaged in agriculture and study. His family consists only of an old mother and a sister, and they have twenty or thirty acres of good land. The family is somewhat lacking in wealth."
