Zhu Qiyun got lost in the courtyard, and the affair of being escorted back by Yan Wenjie had spread to Madam Li by early next morning.
Having confirmed several times that Zhu Qiyun’s encounter with Yan Wenjie was coincidental, and not deliberate on anyone’s part, Madam Li finally laughed, "That Zhu girl sure has some guts."
When Daohua arrived, she happened to hear this, "Who’s got guts now?"
Madam Li chuckled and recounted Zhu Qiyun’s chance meeting with Yan Wenjie, as well as the moment when she expressed her feelings to him.
After hearing this, Daohua wore an approving look, "Miss Zhu is very adept at seizing opportunities. If Second Brother is truly moved by her words, even if Second Aunt once refused Miss Zhu’s betrothal and disapproves of this match, the outcome could be uncertain if Second Brother himself is willing.
Mother’s seldomly win against their own sons."
Madam Li’s face showed hesitation, "Isn’t this Miss Zhu perhaps a little too calculating?"
Daohua shook her head, "Fighting for one’s own happiness without hindering others, a bit of plotting does no harm."
Madam Li nodded, "You’re right, this Miss Zhu really is quite suitable for Wenjie. The people in the second house have a bit too much petty cleverness and not enough true wisdom; they should find someone like her who knows how to weigh options and has a sense of propriety to lead them."
As she spoke, her face revealed a sigh.
"Miss Zhu is also somewhat unlucky. If her father were still alive, her marriage prospects wouldn’t be so difficult. For the first match, that Zhuang Family certainly wouldn’t have dared to cancel the engagement so lightly."
Reflecting on Zhu Qiyun’s predicament, Daohua gained a deeper understanding of the grave consequences that came with being refused in ancient times. Regardless of who was at fault, a canceled betrothal was a significant blemish.
Like Zhu Qiyun, who clearly seemed like a fine young woman just by looking at her, but just because she had been rejected once, she found herself pushed by her relatives to marry an idiot. If she truly married him, her life would truly be ruined.
Seeing that the day had fully dawned, Madam Li took Daohua to visit the old lady’s quarters.
Meanwhile, in the Yan Family’s second branch.
Upon learning that Zhu Qiyun had been refused before, Sun immediately blew up in the house, "It’s preposterous to bully people like this. My Wenjie is a clean and honest gentleman. How dare a rejected good-for-nothing even dream of clinging to him; let her keep dreaming!"
Hearing this, Yan Wenjie, who had come over to pay respects, instantly furrowed his brows, "Mother, what are you saying? Even if you disagree, there’s no need to speak so ill of the lady."
Seeing her son contradict her, Sun grew even more furious, "What’s wrong with you? Isn’t your mother standing up for you? Just look at yourself. Since we started proposing marriages for you, how many rejections have you faced? And now, even those who’ve been refused dare to set their sights on you, doesn’t it disgust you?"
Yan Wenjie couldn’t help but argue back, "It’s you who’s been rejected, not me."
Sun was taken aback, "I went to propose on your behalf, isn’t rejecting me the same as rejecting you?"
Yan Wenjie muttered, "But I never aspired to marry a daughter from those high-ranking families." Speaking with a pleading look, "Mother, I don’t even have an official title on me; please stop fixating on those officials’ daughters. They won’t favor me; why bring humiliation upon yourself."
Sun, frustrated, smacked Yan Wenjie on the head, "Can’t you be a bit more ambitious? Look at Wenxiu and Wenkai’s in-laws, the Yue Family, what kind of family are they? You’re all brothers from one family; you can’t lag too far behind them, can you?"
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