Hearing Zuo Yulong's words, Zuo Lin, who was driving the carriage outside, revealed a bitter expression and sighed softly.
"Yulong, I'm useless. It's been hard on you and your sister.
"If I had some ability, I would have found a decent school for you to study. With your hard work, you would have been able to become an elementary scholar. You wouldn't have to be a junior.
"There's also your sister. Her talent in alchemy is very good. If she can persevere, she might be able to become an official alchemist.
"It's just that some time ago, Old Ma's family at the west end of the street came to propose marriage. They offered 800 spiritual rocks as a betrothal gift. I am still hesitating…"
Zuo Lin was still babbling, but Zuo Yulong, who was in the carriage, was oblivious to what was going on in the carriage. He held the book in his hand with a solemn expression and read it carefully.
