West Gate.
Song Zhiyuan sat in his family carriage, leaning against the carriage wall with his eyes closed, reflecting on the conversation with the Emperor.
He guessed correctly, the Emperor did not want him to have the opportunity to meddle in the disputes among the Princes in the future, otherwise, he would have granted a marriage just now.
Song Zhiyuan rubbed the large ring on his thumb and sighed.
After many years on the throne, it must be said, the Emperor's thoughts are indeed deep, and he no longer dares to easily speculate.
Upon returning to the Prime Minister's Mansion, Song Zhiyuan was about to turn to the study, hesitated for a moment, and then turned to the inverted room in the South Garden, where his disciple lived.
Stopping in front of a side room, there was an attendant student washing clothes at the door, who was stunned for a moment when he looked up and saw him, hurriedly stood up, and respectfully saluted.
"Servant greets the Prime Minister."
