"The seventh of next month?" Old Mrs. Xia clapped her hands and laughed, "To tell you the truth, that day, we had someone go to Xia Mansion to set a date for Yun Lang's wife to enter the family. It coincidentally matches up, so it must be a good day. If that's the case, let's just combine the two events into one day, double joy, it's auspicious! The wedding date will follow the Marquis Mansion's intention and wait until Yunluo's coming of age. I can't bear for her to marry too early."
Mrs. Shi, hearing this, naturally added some flattering words.
When the news reached Anhua Courtyard, Du Yunluo was standing at the desk practicing calligraphy.
She held the brush, paused for a long time, and didn't notice the ink spreading on the paper.
In the past, because of her initial commotion at Lianfu Garden, the marriage was left unsettled.
