Mrs. Chen waved her hand, "I wanted to marry off Da Lang quickly to bring good luck, and none of you agreed."
"The bride price silver for marrying Yun Jiao was from my own dowry, not the family's money!"
"Why should my dowry silver be used for the second branch's marriage?"
She snorted heavily, "Even if Yun Jiao were to be married, it should be my San Lang to marry her, and San Lang is already seventeen!"
Upon hearing his mother's words, Jiang Youzhi choked on his vegetable soup and started coughing incessantly, his entire face turning red.
Gu Yunjiao continued to lower her eyes silently.
Mr. Jiang angrily shouted from the neighboring table, "Nonsense!"
"San Lang is meant to marry a lady from an official family in the future, how can he marry a widow?"
Upon hearing this, Mrs. Yang curled her lips in displeasure. This was clearly saying that her Erlang was not as good as San Lang. Though it was true, it still felt uncomfortable.
