Zhao Ming followed Zhao Song into the house, Zhao Song headed straight to the main hall. Seeing his son still trailing behind him, he couldn't help but stop and turn around impatiently, "What do you want to say now?"
Lost in thought all the way, Zhao Ming snapped out of it, raised his head, and glanced at his father, "Third Lady is clever."
Zhao Song's expression eased, "Naturally, she has the demeanor of her grandfather."
"I mean, she actually knows that Liu Yueshi only seized Jinyang," Zhao Ming said, "Of the numerous heads of family in our clan, how many know that Liu Yueshi has reached Jinyang, while Bingzhou is still in the hands of the Xiongnu?"
Zhao Song felt his son was starting his sarcastic remarks again, and the face that had just softened hardened once more, "What do you want to say?"
