The Valued Lady is Truly Dominant-Chapter 722 Brother, That’s Too Much!

After a hearty meal, the group of youngsters were sprawled drunkenly across the couch.

Song Lingjie ordered the maids and servants to bring hangover soup, watching them drink before they knocked out, only then did he take a look around and realize his brother was missing.

After a moment’s thought, he stepped outside and, sure enough, saw Song Lingzhao sitting on the rooftop.

Song Lingjie clicked his tongue, climbed up the ladder from the back of the house, and teased, "I swear, you have no originality, every time you have a few extra drinks, you end up on the roof. Are you showing off your martial skills, or trying to imitate the Green Forest Hero, lying on the rooftop after saving the world, thinking you’re as cool as can be?"

Song Lingzhao, seeing him wobble over, said, "Be careful, come sit steady before you start talking. If you fall, I’ll be blamed for it again."

Since childhood, he’s taken the blame for many of Lingjie’s mischiefs.

Song Lingjie snorted, "I may not be as good at martial arts as you, but I do share in the six arts of a gentleman, including hunting. Don’t worry, you won’t be blamed this time."

He walked over to his twin brother, sat down, stretched his long legs, letting them dangle over the sloped tiles, and looked into the distance.

On the horizon, the setting sun was blood red, the sky aflame with dusk, extraordinarily enchanting.

"Are those kids all asleep?" Song Lingzhao handed him a small gourd.

Song Lingjie took a sip and placed the small gourd flask between them, "They’re all passed out, I had them drink hangover soup, so they’re sleeping soundly."

Song Lingzhao scoffed disdainfully, "Kids these days can’t hold their liquor."

"As if you’re much older, neither of us has even reached the age of adulthood," Song Lingjie retorted with a chuckle.

"Little brother, we’re a full fourteen now, and if you count it by nominal age, we’re sixteen. Look, this is a symbol of manhood." Song Lingzhao pointed to the stubble around his lips.

Song Lingjie rolled his eyes.

Suddenly, Song Lingzhao leaned in mischievously, nudging his shoulder and asked sleazily, "Little brother, you’ve had those, right?"

"What?"

"Wet dreams!"

Puh.

Song Lingjie sputtered the sip of liquor he just took in a straight line onto his brother’s face.

Song Lingzhao glared at him, casually wiping his face with his sleeve.

Brother, that’s just too much!

Song Lingjie’s ears burned, "Who told you to get so close."

"Reacting so strongly, looks like I hit the mark, huh." Song Lingzhao raised an eyebrow, his gaze flitting to Lingjie’s lower abdomen, chuckling, "I told you, we’re twins, I’ve started, no way you haven’t."

Song Lingjie pushed him away, scolding, "The Saint says to cultivate oneself and restrain one’s words, why do you always bring up such nonsense."

"The Saint also said, appetite and desire are natural. We’re men, what’s wrong with talking about this? Oh, are you embarrassed?" Song Lingzhao lazily reclined on the rooftop, taking another swig from the flask.

Song Lingjie glanced over at him, seeing his expression somewhat unfathomable, recalling his behavior at the feast, and their unique twins’ telepathy kicked in.

This guy has something on his mind.

"What’s up with you?"

"Hmm?"

"You’ve got something on your mind," Song Lingjie said with certainty.

Song Lingzhao paused, remained silent for a while, then said, "Little brother, it’s like in the blink of an eye, we’re fourteen, and it’s time to talk about marriage and future prospects."

Song Lingjie’s eyes half-closed, "Normally, you’re all about playing with knives and practicing martial arts. If you wanted to go after women, the maids in your courtyard would’ve been yours, but you ignore them. So it’s not about women, it’s about your future? Got some thoughts?"