Song Zhiyu and a few nephews left the study, each went their separate ways to find their mothers.
Song Ci was watering the flowers in the courtyard with a watering can when she saw her youngest son coming with a face full of dejection, and couldn't help raising an eyebrow.
"Mother." Song Zhiyu came near, gloomily taking the long-spouted watering can from her hand, taking over her task.
Song Ci took the cloth handed over by Hongtao to wipe her hands and said, "Did your elder brother lecture you?"
"Mother, did you know long ago about elder brother plotting against us uncles and nephews?"
Song Ci said, "I heard your elder brother mention it a few days ago; what, hurt your pride?"
"Elder brother is just too much. If he wanted to educate us, he could have just reprimanded us directly. Why go through such an elaborate ploy, frightening us to death, and embarrassing us." Song Zhiyu pretended to be aggrieved.
