"Well, I'm so envious!" Mr. Song whispered as he brought the wine glass to his lips. "It's not because I don't have a daughter, but your daughter is really a very capable child."
Grandpa Shi Ran, who was sitting opposite Mr. Song, watched the situation quietly and said with a smile, "You two sons, they must be very distressed, right?"
"You have two sons, too." The head of the Song family also said, "Having two sons is indeed a problem. I also want a granddaughter like Shi Ran."
Mr. Song kept mumbling.
He drank the wine that Shichuan had just poured into the glass in one gulp, then stared at a certain place and started talking.
"I'm fine, why are all the stories about successors? It's like they want me to die soon."
Mr. Song, who was extremely averse to the topic of succession, suddenly brought up this matter.
I don’t know if it was because of the drinking, but words that I had never said before were poured out like bitter water.
"Power and blood must be separated. Fortunately, I am just a small leader and I only have the Song family. If I had the entire throne, I would be so eager to poison me."
No one responded, Shi Chuan just poured the wine into his glass again.
Grandpa Shi Ran, smiling slightly under his long beard, made a suggestion in a worried tone.
"How about being careful for now, Mrs. Song?"
"Be careful?"
"Um."
Mr. Song picked up the wine glass and raised an eyebrow.
"really."
Mr. Song lowered his voice as if he was angry, and then drank it in another gulp.
The seeds of doubt quickly took root.
This time, Grandpa Shi Ran poured wine for Mr. Song, then picked up the glass and toasted.
But a deep smile appeared on the corner of his mouth hidden behind the wine glass.
It would be a pleasant thing to destroy Mrs. Song.
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