Zhao Ming watched her silhouette disappear, lost in thought for a long time.
Changqing stepped forward to collect the documents and was about to rise when he noticed Zhao Ming's grip was too tight. Surprised, he asked, "My lord?"
Zhao Ming finally returned to his senses, glanced downward at the cup in his hand, and slightly loosened his grip.
Changqing hurried forward to inspect, "Are you injured?"
Zhao Ming dismissively waved his sleeve and clasped his hands together, "It's nothing."
Changqing was puzzled, "Why is my lord so uneasy?"
Earlier, he had been listening nearby, and there seemed to be nothing wrong with the conversation with the lady.
Zhao Ming did not answer and stood up, "Distribute the approved documents."
After speaking, he turned to leave, but had not gone far when he saw his father.
Zhao Ming turned to leave, but Zhao Song had already seen him and called out, "Zi Nian."
Zhao Ming had no choice but to turn and go over, greeting, "Father."
