Just when Youqing thought she had really "wronged" Lord Tan, there was a knock on the study door.
The one who came in was Tan Ruixian's son, Tan Zhihong.
"Father!"
"How's the thing I asked you to do coming along?"
"Father, I have already made all the arrangements."
"You did a great job."
"As long as I haven't let my father down, that's good."
Tan Ruixian smiled with satisfaction: "By the way, you're not young anymore, I'm planning to arrange a marriage for you."
"The son leaves all decisions to his father." Tan Zhihong showed no embarrassment or joy; his expression was indifferent.
So far, there's nothing wrong with it; it's a very normal conversation between a father and son, at most a little distant, not as close as the usual father-son relationship.
But the conversation that followed almost made Youqing cry out in surprise.
What do you think of Miss Wang?
"Is Father referring to that sickly, talented woman?"
It's her.
When the father and son talked about Miss Wang, their tone was cold, as if they were discussing an object rather than a person.
"Father can make the decision."
The Wang family were merchants, and this eldest daughter of the Wang family was quite favored at home. Although she was sickly, she was a talented woman who was well-known in Anning Prefecture for her painting and playing the zither. She was also outstanding in appearance.
But in the mouths of the Tan family father and son, he became a "sickly child".
Now Youqing felt that the waters of the Tan family were probably very deep.
"Then I'll have your mother start preparing."
Tan Zhihong nodded: "Yes, Father."
After Tan Zhihong came out of Tan Ruixian's study, Youqing's live broadcast camera followed him.
After leaving the front yard, Tan Zhihong went straight to the back yard. As soon as he entered his courtyard, a servant cautiously approached and said obsequiously, "Young Master, you've been away these past few days, so I sent someone to find three people. One is willing, and the other two are somewhat resistant. Would you like to go now or wait until dark to send them over?"
Actually, it was already quite late at this point.
"Take the one who volunteers to my room first, and prepare hot water; I want to take a shower."
"Yes, young master."
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