Old Madam Yue asked Yue Zhan in a daze, “Marriage? What Marriage?”
Yue Zhan said, “Didn’t you want me to marry Qin Miaomiao on the 18th of the first lunar month?”
Old madam Yue snorted lightly, “You wish. I’m a Godfather. Didn’t you not want to marry Miaomiao previously?
You, just continue thinking about your Jing Hua. I Only Want My Miaomiao and Zhu'er. Your two sisters will be much more at ease.”
Yue Zhan heaved a sigh of relief, but for some reason, he felt a little disappointed.
Since Qin Meng Meng could get out of bed, it was naturally not good for her to stay in Yue Zhan’s courtyard anymore. In addition, she had added some servants to the residence over the past few days, so she could go back and live there now.
Old Madam Yue said, “You are also a servant there, so you might not care about it. Why Don’t you stay in our Yue residence for now and wait until after the wedding reception.”
Yue Zhu said, “That’s right, you can stay in the same courtyard as me.”
