Xie Qiao thought of Wen Lancheng's portrait.
That was right, the best scholar's appearance was great in all aspects. Although he did not have the purple aura of a powerful person, he was born the best scholar. If a woman could marry him, this marriage would definitely be a good thing.
"Father, find an opportunity to explain clearly to that Master Wen. This person has talent and will definitely be matched with a good lady. I hope he can find a suitable wife as soon as possible," Xie Qiao said slowly.
"You don't like him?" Xie Niushan frowned, but he did not want to force his daughter to get married. "Okay, I'll tell him."
"How much good wine have you drunk? Tell the steward later that the gifts should be returned. Our family should also send some gifts to congratulate him on winning the title of number one scholar. In the future, don't use the favor of saving a life to pressure others," Xie Qiao said to her father.
