With a polite refusal difficult to decline, Wei Anning thanked Gong Ting and began sipping the soup slowly. Lady Gong noticed this and chided, "You're about to be married, why are you still so courteous?"
Wei Anning said nothing, only feeling the soup she drank was unbearably bitter. She put down the spoon, "I need to go to the restroom."
Lady Gong pursed her lips, vaguely displeased. How could she not see Wei Anning's reluctance? She was extremely unhappy. Her son was the man most desired by those noblewomen in London.
Who wouldn't chase after her son, trying to please him? And yet here she was, acting as if she couldn't care less.
If she weren't a Royal Lady, she would never accept a woman pregnant before marriage as her daughter-in-law, let alone whose child it was was unknown.
And yet her son was so stubborn, insisting on marrying her.
Seeing her walking toward the door, Gong Ting said, "Ning'er, there's a restroom built into the private room."
