The next day.
In the Song family mansion.
Several withered yellow vines entwined the dilapidated rock garden. The once splendid and colorful garden was now overgrown with weeds, appearing desolate and forlorn.
Eldest Young Master Song Chen and Third Young Master Song Yu sat idly in the living room, their eyes slowly moving toward the center of the room.
There, a solitary memorial tablet stood, with the words "In memory of our late father, Song Gongming."
Song Chen and Song Yu stood up one after another, each taking three sticks of incense and lighting them on the white candles.
The two brothers stood side by side, holding the three sticks of incense against their foreheads, then knelt down reverently and kowtowed three times.
The incense was placed in the censer before the memorial tablet.
Wisps of blue smoke curled upward.
The lonely hall began to fill with the fragrance of sandalwood.