Capital City, Duke Yan Mansion.
Snow weighed heavy on the branches, the cold piercing to the bone.
The idle small courtyard was empty and desolate, cold and clear.
Some memories of this courtyard from that winter many years ago had blurred to the point where I couldn't recall much.
Tang Ziqian stood at the gate for a long time, waiting for the smell of alcohol to dissipate before lowering his gaze and turning away without going in.
As he turned, he saw Tang Shigong quietly watching him from the corridor not far away.
"Father." Tang Ziqian stepped forward to greet him.
Tang Shigong uttered a soft "hmm" and said, "I heard from your mother you wish to get married?"
Tang Ziqian was slightly startled and nodded.
As the eldest son in the family, he was long past the age for marriage. Over the years, his mother's hidden concerns deepened, so he took the initiative to mention it, asking her to find a suitable match for him.
