Song Zhiyuan watched Madam Song's nervous demeanor and couldn't help but smile.
"Would Madam be willing to betroth Qi'er to an ordinary scholar from a farming family?"
Madam Song's heart stopped for a moment, her mouth froze, and she asked without thinking, "A scholar from a poor family? Who is it? Has the Prime Minister already decided?"
As soon as the words left her mouth, she felt her tone was too sharp and questioning and quickly corrected herself, "Prime Minister, my intention is to ask if you have already made up your mind?"
"Not yet. But I see that Madam is not willing to choose a poor scholar as a son-in-law." Song Zhiyuan's voice was calm.
