After I killed him for 9,000 years, he was reborn.

Looking at his mother's eager eyes, Tong Wenjie, who felt that he had worked very hard but was not a good student, did not dare to say anything.

Tong Wenjie had some idea of ​​his own level. He had studied for so many years and just barely passed the examination to become a scholar. He had taken the examination three times and still hadn't passed the imperial examination, let alone the palace examination. It was impossible. It would never be possible in this lifetime.

"Master, have some tea."

Nanny Sun was hunched over, holding a bowl of turbid tea brewed with inferior tea foam.

Probably knowing that what she served was not presentable, Nanny Sun rubbed her hands and said awkwardly, "We are not like when we were in the main courtyard. There are no good things here, but I washed the tea bowls very cleanly, so don't worry, young master."

Knowing his mother's current situation very well, Tong Wenjie naturally couldn't say anything and could only nod slightly. However, he was, after all, the legitimate eldest son of Duke Yue's Mansion and had never drunk this kind of inferior tea foam that was drunk by the peddlers and other lower-class people outside. Even the servants of Duke Yue's Mansion would not drink this rough stuff, so naturally he could not eat it.

Instead of reaching out to pick up the rough tea bowl, Tong Wenjie could only pat his mother's arm comfortingly.

Du Sanniang actually didn't care about her son's answer, as long as her son still cared about her.

Instead of talking about studying hard to win glory, Du Sanniang started talking about other things.

"My son is now twenty-two years old, and it's time for him to look for a wife. If your mother's health is still good, I will go out and find you a pleasing wife.

Unfortunately, my health is really not good enough, and your father is completely focused on that vixen Li Yue'er and her two children, so he doesn't even remember you and me.

If you want to blame someone, blame your mother for not having your father's love and affection, and being outshined by that vixen Li Yue'er, which has implicated my son."

A mother is strong. It doesn't matter if she suffers herself. But if her child suffers as a result, it would be worse for her to be the eldest legitimate son than the illegitimate son and daughter born to that vixen Li Yue'er. The more Du Sanniang thought about it, the more guilty she felt.

" Cough cough cough...

Ahem..."

A sudden violent coughing made Tong Wenjie panic and he could only shout helplessly: "Mom, mom, are you okay?"

Instead, it was Nanny Sun who skillfully picked up the cup of tea that Tong Wenjie had not touched just now and handed it to Du Sanniang, who looked like her lungs were about to be coughed out, while gently patting Du Sanniang's back with the other hand.

"Ma'am, moisten your throat."

Seeing that Du Sanniang had calmed down a little, Nanny Sun quickly handed her some tea.

Du Sanniang, who almost fainted from coughing, gasped for breath, took off the handkerchief that she had just covered her mouth, and without even looking at it, curled up and handed it to Nanny Sun, then took a sip of tea from the tea bowl in Nanny Sun's hand.

"Did it scare you?

Mom is fine. It's an old problem. It just looks scary when she coughs, but it's actually nothing serious.

The doctor has seen me many times, but he doesn't have any particularly good prescriptions. All I have to do is take good care of myself."

Afraid of scaring her son, Du Sanniang, who was half lying on the hospital bed, reached out eagerly to grab her son Du Wenjie's hand. Then her arm, as thin as a dead wood, was exposed, and the shocking scars on it were naturally exposed.