If his mother assumed control over the family, it would be preferable to entrust the household to any other woman. Only in her capable hands did he truly feel like the rightful heir.
Regrettably, he couldn't alter that reality.
"Mom, don't fret. Dad is preoccupied with thoughts of the weaving workshop and silk; he scarcely considers this matter. Even if he genuinely intends to marry her, it will be months before it crosses his mind. The wedding might not occur until year-end or even next year. We still have ample time."
"Mom, what if we forge connections with the matchmakers in Yangzhou? If we can't prevent them, we can at least ascertain which girls might be suitable for Father…"
A glimmer of hope appeared in Ms. Qin's eyes as she beamed at him. "Ye, you genuinely care for your mother and think on her behalf!"
