The main room was tense, a battlefield ready to erupt.
Madam Song pursed her lips as she looked at Song Zhiyuan. She felt a sense of alienation, unable to believe that the person in front of her valued his nephew over his own son.
She suppressed her anger, gritting her teeth as she asked, "Just because you think Jie'er is more suitable than Su'er to be the Prince's study companion, you gave him such a great opportunity? So in the future, if you think Jie'er is more suitable to take over as the Song Family Head, you'll give him that too?"
"Are you questioning me?" Song Zhiyuan's voice was as cold as ice.
Madam Song felt a shiver run through her heart.
"If you must have an answer, I will tell you, yes."
Madam Song was shocked, the words "you're crazy" stuck in her throat, pricking her painfully.
"If Su'er is unfit to be the head of a family, I will choose another more capable person," Song Zhiyuan said forcefully.
"Even if he is not your son?"
"Even if he is not my son!"
