All sorts of arrogant and contrarian children from high-ranking families, Ran Yan secretly summarized in her heart.
"Why did you and Father have a falling-out?" Ran Yan asked.
Xiao Song's grip on her hand tightened slightly, and after a moment's hesitation, he replied, "He wants me to resign and return to Lanling."
"Why?" Ran Yan was puzzled. Prominent families were built upon the prestige and reputation that came from holding high offices, and Xiao Song was clearly a person with a promising political future. Why would the Duke of Song want to cut short his own son's prospects?
The apricot blossoms in the courtyard had started to wilt, with petals in pink and white carpeting the ground. Xiao Song reached out to gently pat the tree trunk, causing a cascade of blossoms to fall like snow upon both their heads, which earned him an angry glare from Ran Yan.
