"There's no need to worry about it. I have your marriage situation under control."
So, that means there's already a candidate in mind.
Yu Tingwan slowly raised her eyes.
Let her guess.
She thought about it for a while, but couldn't figure it out.
The young lady then slowly lowered her head again and continued eating. She occasionally sipped some rice wine, which tasted sweet and light.
As night fell, the guests gradually dispersed.
Yu Tingwan parted ways with the Gu Family at the entrance of Marquis Zhongyong Mansion.
Wei Zhao helped Ning Suxuan onto the carriage.
"Mother, you go back first, we'll return later."
Ning Suxuan, not one to ask too many questions, simply nodded. Her gaze fell on the girl whose skirt was being lifted by the wind as she hopped down the steps, not forgetting to give a reminder.
"It hasn't rained in Shangjing lately, and this time of year isn't considered cold. But the night wind is strong and damp; take care of your wife."
"Of course."
