Song Zhiyu came to the front hall and generously added a fifty tael silver note to the Merit Box placed in front of the Buddha.
Song Lingzhou felt a bit of pain: "Fourth Uncle, you’re being too generous."
"What do you know, your Fourth Uncle is a favored child of fortune. Money is just an external possession. When the heavens give me good luck, it’s only natural I give something back," Song Zhiyu said with feigned profundity, "Do you know the saying ’one drink, one peck’?"
Song Lingzhao: "But Fourth Uncle, you said before that you dislike being a monk and insisted on experiencing the secular world."
Song Zhiyu glared at him and reached out to tweak his ear: "This has nothing to do with my respect for the Buddha."
Song Lingzhao giggled and dodged his devilish hand.
The uncle and nephews also offered incense in front of the Buddha, and the Song Lingjie brothers contributed incense money from their own small wallets, then knelt on the prayer mat, clasped their hands, and made wishes, surprising Song Zhiyu a bit.
"What did you wish for?"
"Naturally, we asked the Buddha to fulfill our mother’s wish, so we brothers can have a soft and cute little sister. If the Buddha grants this, after our mother gives us a sister, I’ll come and gold-coat the Buddha."
Looks like Second Brother and Sister-in-law were so desperate for a daughter that they’ve brainwashed these two nephews into wishing for a sister.
Song Lingchao felt puzzled by the sympathy in his Fourth Uncle’s eyes but didn’t let it bother him. As long as they have a sister, they don’t mind what they have to do.
Having added incense money, the uncle and nephews strolled around the hall.
As they stepped out of the front porch, Song Zhiyu casually glanced to the right and froze for a moment.
Isn’t that the Wei Family relative that Mother is fond of, what’s her name again? Wang Manniang, or Qiuman?
That woman stood by the railing, a few steps away from her was a man in purple clothes, and though they didn’t know what they were talking about, Wang Qiuman’s face turned red.
Song Zhiyu raised his eyebrows, he understood, this was an arranged viewing, huh, boring.
He pouted, his gaze falling on the man. It seemed something had fallen on his face, and he slightly turned his head to brush it off. Huh, this guy?
Song Zhiyu scrutinized the man in purple and the Jade Crown. Wasn’t he the same man he saw before descending the mountain?
Instinctively, he looked around, spotting under a bodhi tree a young man in green, standing and watching from afar.
Song Zhiyu approached the railing, squinting to look at the young man, following his line of sight as if discovering a new world.
"Fourth Uncle, what are you looking at?" Song Lingzhou saw him stop and went to pull him.
"You guys go ahead and play. Wait for your mother in the Zen room later, don’t run around," Song Zhiyu instructed the guards and servants following them, "Take good care of the Young Masters."
"Yes, Fourth Master."
After watching them leave, Song Zhiyu turned towards Wang Qiuman, saw the man in purple bow and leave, and walked over slowly.
Wang Qiuman watched Wei Cheng leave, with a slight curve on her lips.
"Miss, that Mr. Wei is very courteous. Miss is truly blessed." The maid Qing Tong congratulated her with a smile, "I wish to congratulate you, Miss."
Wang Qiuman’s face slightly warmed, she said coyly, "Don’t talk nonsense, it’s not good for others to hear."
Qing Tong didn’t mind and said, "I’m not talking nonsense. I believe it won’t be long before the Marquis Weiyuan’s family comes to propose. The way Mr. Wei looks at Miss is filled with affection."
"You girl, you’ve got no filter, you better stop!" Wang Qiuman pretended to pinch her.
Qing Tong laughed and dodged.
Hearing a man’s cough, the two were startled and turned around.