Yu Youyao stepped forward and bowed. "Hello, Father."
Yu Zongzheng casually handed the memorial to Yu Youyao. "Take a look at this first."
Yu Youyao was stunned for a moment. She opened the memorial and saw the lines of words on it. She knew that this was a memorial for the Imperial Court tomorrow.
Upon closer look, her stomach churned, making her lose her appetite.
After barely reading the memorial, Yu Youyao closed it and handed it to Yu Zongzheng. She took a deep breath and asked, "Father, what do you mean?"
Yu Zongzheng said, "I plan to ask the Imperial Court for an order for your mother tomorrow morning." At this point, his expression was a little complicated. "I'm already a third-grade Assistant Minister of the Ministry of Official Personnel Affairs. It makes sense to have a third-grade woman as a first wife."
Yu Youyao did not feel happy. She was only filled with sarcasm. "Mother has passed away many years ago."
