After asking him so many questions in succession, Liao Yingzhong's doubts were mostly dispelled. He hurriedly bowed deeply. "This subordinate pays his respects to Young Master! These are extraordinary times, and I feared someone with ulterior motives might impersonate you, so I deliberately tested you just now. I hope Young Master will forgive any offense."
Song Qingshu hurriedly helped him up. "Mr. Liao is so thorough in his considerations. I admire you too much to possibly blame you."
Liao Yingzhong looked at him in surprise. "Young Master, after not seeing you for so many days, you seem to have matured considerably."
Song Qingshu knew that his habits and mannerisms would inevitably differ from Jia Baoyu's, but he had long prepared an explanation. "I was captured by Prince Ruyang's Mansion during this time. I went from being above others to becoming a prisoner. Such a drastic change made me reflect, and I gradually realized that I had truly been too frivolous in the past."
Liao Yingzhong could not help sighing. "If the Prime Minister were still alive, he would surely be deeply gratified to see Young Master become so mature."
Song Qingshu also put on a sorrowful expression. "It is a pity that he will never return."
Liao Yingzhong asked, "Young Master, do you know what happened on Wudang Mountain?"
Song Qingshu naturally knew, but he still answered according to what he had heard in the mansion earlier. "Grandmother told me that he died tragically while saving His Majesty. His Majesty was rather benevolent as well, posthumously granting him a princely title and lavishly rewarding the Jia family."
Liao Yingzhong's expression shifted between light and dark before he finally said, "That is merely a story meant to fool the common people. Prime Minister Jia was an outstanding figure of this age.