An Shuli, after discussing things thoroughly with Hua Yan, had lunch and hurriedly left the Eastern Garden.
The Duchess of Jingguo brought out the last dish from the kitchen, just in time to catch his hurried departure and said to Hua Yan, "Prime Minister An is leaving in such a hurry, has something happened?"
Hua Yan shook her head, "No, there is just too much to deal with at court, he dare not delay any longer."
"Alas, no matter how much of a hurry he should eat properly. I see that he's become much thinner than before, the Princess Consort of Anyang must be worried sick." The Duchess of Jingguo sighed, "But he is a good child, it's just his mother who's worn out with worry, the more anxious she is to find him a wife, the harder it is to find someone he's willing to marry wholeheartedly. Now he's so busy that he can't even take care of his meals, let alone think about marriage. The Princess Consort of Anyang must be even more worried to death."
