At the Prime Minister's Mansion…
Ying Ying rushed into the house panting. "Father, Father, where is father?"
"Ying what is it?" His mother who was having her nails done by a servant on a couch asked.
"Mom" Ying rushed to his mother and sat on the floor beside her leg with worry lacing his face.
Seeing this, Madam Ning waved the maid away. "What is it Ying?"
"Mom, I don't want to get married." He voiced his opinion.
Madam Ning was shocked. "What nonsense are you talking about?" Madam Ning put down her leg from the stool and sat upright. "Son, what do you mean by that?" She asked seriously.
"Mom, Ruolan is not the type of girl I want to marry. I have someone I lo…" before he could finish the word 'love' his mother slapped him on his face.
"How dare you?!" Her face contorted in rage.
"Mom?" Ying Ying stared at his mother in disbelief.
