The Zhou Family understood Zhou Luchen's heart. Only when he resolved to choose Shen Jing, to truly have her, did the Zhou Family grow anxious, and Zhou Zhengliang began to fret. Generations of clan elders had awaited his marriage, only to be met with an unsatisfactory outcome.
The old lady Zhou looked at him. Her grandson, she knew, deigned to visit only out of filial piety. Once he left Xiangshan, he would still choose that beloved girl of his.
"You bear the Zhou name. Do you think you can make your own decisions about something as vital as marriage? Go ask the uncles in the clan if they would accept such a woman as the family's matriarch," she said.
Zhou Luchen remained composed, his temper unaroused. "I can't be bothered to ask. It's none of your concern. She's not inferior to anyone."
These fiercely protective words, to the matriarch long accustomed to her high station, were merely inconsequential drivel—to be heard and dismissed.
