Zhao Hanzhang had just come down from the battlefield a few days ago. Although she felt fine, there was an air of sternness about her. The women were not very familiar with her, and with the rumors about her circulating in Wu Castle, everyone instinctively avoided meeting her gaze.
Thus, everyone turned their attention to the innocent and lively Zhao Erlang. Looking at the dark-skinned Zhao Erlang, the aunts were distressed and pulled him aside to ask, "Why have you gotten so dark?"
Zhao Erlang had already been told several times today that his face was dark. Even though he was young, he cared about his appearance, and it bothered him a bit. So, he stood in the crowd, pouting unhappily.
Mrs. Wang glanced around and suddenly realized that Third Lady was no longer the same as them, naturally unable to have anything in common to talk about.
So she said, "Third Lady, go to the kitchen and see if dinner is ready. Tonight, I will have your aunt and the others stay here for dinner."
