Changqing was slightly taken aback, "Does the master want to change the candidate? Won't Third Lady oppose it?"
"If she were against it, she wouldn't have sent the person to me," Zhao Ming said, "Clearly, she wants me to choose."
But before long, Zhao Ming angrily threw down the book in his hand, stood in the corridor gripping his waist, and cursed Zhao Hanzhang from a distance. After cursing for quite a while, he accepted the tea from Changqing, took a sip, and still couldn't quell his anger, "Choose my foot, clearly sent to irritate me and make me give up."
Changqing thought that the master of their house had been more temperamental recently, but he couldn't blame him; there were indeed too many things happening lately. Zhao Hanzhang was now in Luoyang, only handling major matters, leaving the rest to Zhao Ming.
