Chengteng returned from the Yamen, having heard that the Heir to Marquis Yongding's family had come to propose for his niece. His forehead wrinkled with joy, a few less than before.
Chengteng's smile widened upon hearing that Zhuang Ruolan had not accepted on the spot, and he hurriedly said, "This is a match made in heaven, why didn't you accept it right away? No matter, I will go to the Marquis' household myself tomorrow, no, right now." Such a good marriage should be secured quickly, lest someone else steps in first and we regret it forever.
