For his own brothers and mother, Song Zhiyuan had nothing to hide, sharing all his views, including the children's personalities, and even mentioned what Song Lingsu had said.
Song Ci nodded silently. As the eldest grandson, Song Lingsu being able to recognize his own shortcomings was hopeful; after all, he was only fourteen, still young, with a great chance of improvement.
However, Song Zhicheng was somewhat silent.
He hadn't expected his elder brother to have such high expectations for Jie'er.
"Second brother, though Jie'er is my nephew, our Song Family doesn't have many descendants. We are blood brothers, and Jie'er and others are undoubtedly my own children." Song Zhiyuan looked at Song Zhicheng and said, "I'm pushing Jie'er forward not to let him endure the palace's intricacies for Lingsu's sake but because I think he's more capable of handling it. Although the palace is full of thorns, it's also a good place to temper one's mind."
