As soon as Ms. Jia spoke, the expression of Ms. Xin—the youngest brother's wife—changed.
'Sister-in-law sure is cunning to be saying that first!'
"I have four or five nephews from my maternal family. They're stable and reliable, and they're family. If Eldest Daughter marries one of them, she'll definitely live a happy life," said Ms. Xin.
The two sisters-in-law looked at each other. There seemed to be a tinder sparkling between them.
Xie Qiao took a sip of tea as if she did not hear them.
"Is anyone from your maternal family officials?" Xie Pinggang asked coldly. "None of them are officials, and they want to marry a fourth-rank official's direct daughter? No matter how close the family is, there's no need to ruin her future."
Ms. Jia and Ms. Xin looked rather troubled.
The old lady mustered her courage and scolded, "Pinggang, marriage is a big thing. Let your parents handle it. You're just a brother, don't interrupt. Don't be rude."
