At this time, in the west wing, Mrs. Yang was comforting the sullen Jiang Erlang, "Don't worry, when the grain is threshed, I will go to the neighboring village to find Matchmaker Qian, and have her find you someone good."
Seeing her son still unhappy, Mrs. Yang added, "Could it be that you're still thinking about that bringer of bad luck?"
"She's so skinny, weighing less than a catty, what's there to think about?"
"Rest assured, your mother will have Matchmaker Qian find you someone with a broad backside who's easy to bear children."
Jiang Erlang didn't respond, leaving with a somber face.
It's not that he must marry Gu Yunjiao, but he couldn't help thinking about the meat he didn't get to eat.
Moreover, Gu Yunjiao had let him suffer a great loss, and he hadn't even avenged it yet.
Thinking about it made his arm ache faintly again.
