Ye Hongyang blinked in surprise. He knew that Qu Mao's family wasn't doing well, but he hadn't expected that they were struggling to such an extent. Moreover, why was Qu Mao telling him all of this? Whether or not the Marquis Jingning's Mansion had a good life was their own business, wasn't it? What did it have to do with anyone else?
While Ye Hongyang was still astonished, Qu Mao said something that took him aback.
Qu Mao looked at Ye Hongyang earnestly and said, "My eldest son, Qu Zhaoyong, is nineteen this year and has yet to marry. I won't deceive you, Cousin; Zhaoyong is just an average child. He's been studying for more than a decade, and despite taking the imperial examinations for several years, he hasn't passed. But I assure you that my Zhaoyong is a good child, with no bad habits. If your daughter marries into our family, she will be in charge of the household affairs, and we will definitely not treat her unfairly."
