Song Qingshu's heart skipped a beat, but his expression remained calm. "Oh, I truly didn't know that." Could this fellow suspect me?
Jia Sidao had been staring at him. After a long while, he sighed. "It is only natural that the prince of Qi would not know. At present, we can only determine that my son's disappearance may be connected to the Mongol Empire. The prince of Qi has always had a good relationship with Prince Ruyang's Mansion. If the opportunity arises, could you help inquire into the matter?"
Song Qingshu nodded. "No problem. I also have some influence in the martial world, and I can have my people investigate alongside you, Prime Minister." At the same time, he grumbled inwardly, What the hell is there to investigate? Jia Baoyu has probably already drunk Meng Po's Soup and been reincarnated. Where could anyone possibly find him?
And Jia Sidao wanted me to be a teacher for the Jia Mansion's people and help find Jia Baoyu, yet he was offering nothing in return. Did he take me for some living saint?
At that moment, Jia Sidao called out, "What are you all standing around for? Hurry and offer your teacher a toast!"
"Yes~" The young masters and ladies mentioned earlier came forward one after another to toast him. What surprised Song Qingshu was that they did not come alone; they usually came by household. For instance, Jia Lian came over together with his wife, Wang Xifeng. That made it difficult for him to refuse.
Wang Xifeng smiled sweetly as she took the wine cup from her fair wrist. For no apparent reason, a line surfaced in Song Qingshu's mind: If Uncle has a mind to, then drink this leftover cup of wine from your servant.
"Pah, pah, pah. What bad luck."