I blame myself for not discovering the second young master's whereabouts in time. The maid cried so sadly, her tears were like pear blossoms in the rain.,Fang Junqiang endured his worry and grief, picking up a wonton and putting it in his mouth, but he couldn't taste it.,Mentioning this matter, Fang Jun's chest felt tight: "Mother, Father listens to you the most. You tell him to speak to the Emperor, can we not arrange this marriage"。