Pei Qin sized him up and down until Shen Songming was about to glower. This time, he reluctantly nodded, "Then just write his name!" He turned his head and asked, "What's your name?"
Sun Lizheng staggered, nearly falling to the ground.
Shen Songming's handsome face grew darker and darker, "Do consorts often forget things? My name is Shen Songming! Shen, Song, Ming!" He enunciated each word sharply to ensure she would remember.
Pei Qin nodded, "Shen Songming."
Sun Lizheng had come knowing about the siblings' plight and pitied them. Seeing the situation, he pulled Pei Qin aside and earnestly advised her to be more cautious and not be deceived. Instead of writing her father's name, she could write that it belonged to her maternal grandfather's family. Old Scholar Fang would not encroach on their siblings' fields; once Pei Qin came of age next year, they could transfer the ownership then.
