"Come here!"
Yin Qinghe deliberately put on a stern face.
If she didn't speak up, her little cabbage would probably follow Qin Yu into his room!
"Mother, didn't you say you've already promised Li'Er to my junior brother?" Zhao Mengli showed no intention of going over.
"..."
Yin Qinghe glared over, "That's just a settled matter. We still need to choose an auspicious date before she can properly marry in!"
Originally, with Zhao Mengli's status, getting married would mean not only all the ceremonies, but also a grand feast.
But now, at Danxin Herb Hall, even if they held a feast, how many people would come?
Besides, they didn't have much savings left—it wasn't wise to be wasteful!
Though everything could be kept simple, some customs still needed to be observed. They couldn't just let her follow Qin Yu into his room like this, could they?
"Oh."
