Chapter 917: The Blessing of the Song Family

Chapter 917: Chapter 917: The Blessing of the Song Family

Song Lingjie was almost entirely leaning on his attendant, Tian Hai, who was half-carrying and half-supporting him out of his uncle’s residence.

Tian Hai felt deeply concerned and said, "Young Master, are you still enduring this? Shall I ask Uncle Fu Quan to call the Imperial Physician to look at your injuries? The master truly is merciless."

The beating was severe, and he didn’t even consider the Young Master’s injuries, having traveled tirelessly all the way to the Palace.

Song Lingjie, however, smiled, standing in the courtyard, looking at the clear blue sky, and said, "It’s nothing, your Young Master has come back to life."

Not only did he come back to life, but Song Lingzhao also survived.

The uncle didn’t say anything, but he knew that this matter was just let go of like that.

However, who knows when he will see that fellow again.

Song Lingjie’s smile faded slightly, and he sighed. The injuries on his back and buttocks started to burn once more, so he pulled Tian Hai in front of him, lying against him.

"I can’t walk anymore, carry me out and apply some more medicine."

Tian Hai responded promptly, carrying him quickly out.

Inside the house.

Song Zhicheng attentively refilled his elder brother’s tea and sat down again. Seeing no hint of emotion on his brother’s face, he couldn’t help but feel a little anxious.

Is this to bring the boy back or let him go?

"Well, brother, please don’t worry too much. I’ll send someone to chase after him as soon as I return. We’ll pursue tirelessly and speed things up; we should be able to bring him back." Song Zhicheng said tentatively.

In fact, for a family like theirs, even though Song Lingzhao had joined the military, they could still bring him back.

Song Zhiyuan smiled, "As Mother said, the children should pave their way with their abilities. Why should we intervene?"

Song Zhicheng: "..."

Does this mean they won’t interfere?

Song Zhiyuan patted his shoulder, saying, "Second Brother, you’ve raised a good son. Jie’er is smarter than I imagined. It’s remarkable for him to have such acumen at his age."

Upon hearing this, Song Zhicheng straightened his chest, filled with pride in his eyes, but he maintained a serious face and said, "The brat is still young, how can he deserve such praise? He still needs more guidance and teaching from you, brother."

Song Zhiyuan shook his head, "He deserves it. Having such a son is a blessing for our Song Family."

Song Zhicheng couldn’t help but grin, but then composed himself and said, "No way, compared to Su’er, he still has much to learn."

Mentioning his eldest son, Song Zhiyuan was silent for a moment and said, "Su’er is good too. His nature seeks stability and adherence, but Jie’er, he sees further and plans better."

"Brother?"

"They are all good children, the hope and future of our Song Family, and we must nurture them carefully." Song Zhiyuan didn’t say much about his eldest son, only making mental notes about the need to pay attention to the upbringing of his youngest son.

"Brother’s meaning is for Zhao’er to go?"

Song Zhiyuan nodded, lowering his voice, "Jie’er has planned well; not putting all eggs in one basket is always wise. Since Zhao’er loves martial arts and things have come to this, it is destiny. If he can make a name for himself in the Northwest, it will also leave a root for the family."

Song Zhicheng licked his lips and whispered, "Won’t that person think too much?"

"Anyone would think more," Song Zhiyuan said calmly, "But Second Brother, how many prominent families in the capital have stuck to only one path? There are families with both civil and martial capabilities. Our Song Family, having risen for only thirty years, is still far from becoming an unshakable giant tree. To truly grow into that tree will take many years."