Prime Minister's Mansion, Chunhui Hall.
For the umpteenth time, Song Zhiyuan glanced at his younger brother who looked utterly defeated in life, and couldn't help but throw an almond at him: "Enough with the face. It's just an arranged marriage, and you're acting so dramatic, like life and death, what's the matter with you."
Song Zhiyu dashed over to Song Ci's side, hugged her leg, and wailed: "Mom, look at big brother, I'm already so miserable, and he's still mocking me here. Is he still my real big brother!"
"If I weren't your real big brother, would I be wasting time with you here? Get up now. Do you want people to know you're unhappy with this marriage and let the Emperor chop your head off?"
Song Zhiyu shrank his neck: "You, you don't try to scare me!"
Song Zhiyuan snorted with a cold laugh.
