When Shao Qing carried the Pear, Fritillaria, and Honey Drink into the courtyard, all he saw was the garden full of blooming chrysanthemums of various colors and Yuan Yunzhong looking as though he had been frosted over.
He couldn't help but look around and said, "Where is Miss Song?"
Yuan Yunzhong ignored him, instead sitting up straight as a pine, regaining his usual coldness and hauteur, and began to fondle a hexagonal box from the brocade box on his own.
Shao Qing quietly twitched his mouth.
He must have offended Miss Song again.
Their young master was all right in every aspect, except he didn't speak pleasantly!
Alas, there was no helping it.
Even when facing the lord, the lady, or the old master, the young master didn't have a good tone, let alone with others.
To Miss Song, he was still considered good.
He gave himself the bowl of Pear, Fritillaria, and Honey Drink that was meant for Song Jiyun and started to drink it slowly with a spoon.