The servants in Jingan Garden were enveloped in a suffocating atmosphere from the break of dawn. Behind closed doors, they whispered about the Prince’s fury from the previous day; the old-timers in the Prince’s Manor claimed they had never seen him so enraged in all these years.
Some were even tallying the number of quarrels the new Princess Consort and the Prince had endured in less than a month since her arrival.
"This is written quite well; at last, it shows some promise. Your younger brother is starting to learn to hold a brush, and if you don't show some improvement, you must be careful not to fall into your father's disfavor," Minor Lady Lin said, watching Song Bamo practice his calligraphy, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.
Chapter 48