Custom dictated that one wear festive colors for an engagement, but Gao Qilin insisted on plain attire to mourn his father's death. Though Song Renyi didn't know the specific reason, he didn't press the matter.
Gao Qilin came to his senses and quickly forced a somewhat stiff smile.
"It's nothing. I just hadn't imagined today's event would be so grand."
"Hahaha."
Song Renyi let out a booming laugh and clapped him on the shoulder, his tone tinged with pride.
"My dear nephew, you underestimate the Song Clan. While the Song Family wouldn't dare call itself a great and prestigious house, here on our home turf in Ning'an Prefecture, we still have some roots and a reputation to uphold.
Never mind the ordinary Noble Sects; even the Government Office and the Prefecture Army have to show us some respect. In time, my boy, you'll see much more."
"You are right, Uncle. My perspective was too limited," Gao Qilin agreed, lowering his head to hide the complex emotions in his eyes.
