"That's right. Monks can't get married," Yaoyao added.
"It's better if we ask him directly about something like this, isn't it?" When Hexin saw Bao Yu's head and shoulders sagging, looking rather depressed, Hexin could not bear to say anything that discouraged her.
Yaoyao paused. "Yes, he might agree to it. But you're only thirteen now, Bao Yu. Would it be suitable for you to get an adopted son-in-law so early?" Bao Yu had not even come of age yet. Did young girls mature so early these days? Yaoyao had still been fiddling with medicinal herbs in her mother's medicine room when she was thirteen.
"I've thought about this. If he is willing, he can be my youth groom first. Once I've come of age in two years, I'll marry him officially," Bao Yu said immediately.
It was clear that Bao Yu was someone who thought ahead into the future.
