The third day after the birth of the fourth Miss of the Song Family, guests filled the hall.
Chunhui Hall, where Song Ci resided, entertained a group of elderly sisters who lavished compliments on each other, while in the east wing belonging to Madam Jiang, a few little children sneaked in quietly.
"She looks so small, so soft, so pretty," Wan Yicheng leaned against the bedframe, blinking his big eyes while gazing at the baby girl in the crib, his eyes sparkling.
"Iron Head, you must be blind, calling her pretty when she looks like a wrinkled little monkey?" Song Lingzhao rolled his eyes dramatically, saying, "This is the ugliest girl I've ever seen. Alas, what will she do in the future? Being this ugly, who would want her?"
As the elder brother, Song Lingzhao was already starting to worry about his little sister's marriage prospects.
Little Sister Song: Let's sever the sibling relationship, you blockhead!
