And the three brothers outside lost interest in reading because of Mrs. Lv's matter. Da Lang forced himself to continue reading, intending to study for a while longer, but the second son was already packing his things.
"Second brother! Are you not going to read anymore?" The third son stood up to prepare to leave when he saw the second son packing.
"Let's go back and sleep early!" The second son glanced inside, tightly clutching the book in his hand, giving away only what he didn't want. He looked at the burning brazier in front of him, finding it unusually annoying at this moment. Previously, it felt warm, but now the firelight from the charcoal seemed to turn into a mocking face, ridiculing them.
Taking a deep breath, he ignored the third son chasing behind him and walked straight to the west wing.
"Mother! Did you go to town today?" No wonder Mrs. Lv was dressed more elegantly than usual when he returned.
