The night the imperial edict was delivered to the Song Family, a person wearing a black robe and hood entered through the back door of the Song Family residence, led away from prying eyes, arriving at a bamboo pavilion.
Inside the bamboo pavilion, the scent of tea lingered faintly.
"Prime Minister, the Prince has arrived," Jiang Fula whispered at the door.
Song Zhiyuan stepped out to greet the black-robed individual and welcomed him into the bamboo pavilion.
"I've long swept the couch waiting for you, Prince, please," Song Zhiyuan made a gesture of invitation, pointing to another soft couch.
The black-robed man removed his hooded cloak, revealing a square face, none other than the face of Prince Dingbei.
He glanced around the bamboo pavilion, saying, "This bamboo pavilion suits your scholarly demeanor quite well."
Whether it was calligraphy, paintings, or antique ink treasures, the setting was very artistic.
