Madam Zhang Yue paused and said, "Mother, you needn't worry, Lady An hasn't taken a liking to the Tenth Sister." As for whether she liked her, that was uncertain.
Third Lady Zhang was surprised, "How can you tell?"
Madam Zhang Yue said softly, "Mother, have you forgotten the rumors about Lady An from before? If she were someone easily swayed by a few good words, she and her brother would have been picked clean long ago, and wouldn't be doing well now."
Third Lady Zhang, being involved, was oblivious. With her daughter's reminder, she suddenly realized, "What you said makes sense, but I don't understand why she is so good to the Tenth Miss?"
Madam Zhang Yue didn't understand either, but she felt that Lady An wasn't an easy person to get along with. From today's events, she felt this marriage prospect wasn't as good as her mother thought it was: "Mother, anyway, I'm still young, and there's no rush to find a marriage match."
