Over in the East Courtyard,
the porridge in the small kitchen had been reheated three times, yet there was still no sign of stirring from the inner room.
On Yicui's fourth time reheating the porridge, Nanny Cheng finally sighed with evident anxiety.
"This marriage has not been decided, and as long as she's not married, she ought to abide by the rules."
"Yicui, the lady usually listens to you, why don't you talk to her?"
"What if things fall through later and the lady ends up pregnant? If the Marquis Yangling Mansion doesn't acknowledge it, what should we do?"
When Yicui heard this, she simply smiled serenely.
"You should have a clear idea of the Marquis's character, Nanny Cheng."
"The lady isn't foolish either, she may be naive about some things, but she was astute from a young age. There's no use advising against something she has set her mind on. If the Marquis had any intention to stay last night, I would have certainly barged in; but it was our lady who kept him here."
