Tang Wenqian lay with his back to her, his voice was low, "Mother, I'm a bit tired, I want to rest. You and father should drink the chicken soup."
Madam Tang pursed her lips, "Are you very tired today? Is it because the Office is too busy?"
"Yes." Tang Wenqian clearly didn't want to say much.
Madam Tang frowned, feeling that something was off about her son. Wenqian had a gentle nature since he was a child, very patient, but why was he like this today?
She hesitated for a moment, somewhat unsure, and said, "I don't understand the affairs of your Office, but I heard that yesterday your county magistrate went to propose for marriage on behalf of the Lu family for that Erya, right?"
Tang Wenqian's body suddenly stiffened, but he turned around, "Mother, that's Lord's business, you better not inquire."
This time, Madam Tang was sure, she looked at her son in shock.
