The sound of autumn cicadas echoed.
Mrs. Zhen couldn't help but feel a bit irritable.
She truly did not understand Old Mrs. Hou's thoughts, otherwise...
As long as her maternal family brought it up before the Dingyuan Marquis Mansion did, Mrs. Zhen would have undoubtedly pleaded with Old Mrs. Xia for consent.
Mrs. Zhen was a daughter of the Zhen Family, and she knew better than anyone how dear and lovable this family that raised her was.
Even if Old Mrs. Hou were to pass away ten or twenty years later, her two brothers and their wives would not mistreat Du Yunluo.
No other place could make Mrs. Zhen feel at ease like her maternal home.
Although she wouldn't be marrying into the Capital, as long as Du Yunluo was well, Mrs. Zhen had nothing she was reluctant to let go of.
However, all of this was in the past; now, Du Yunluo was already betrothed.
