"But, Chengye is..." Mrs. Liu sternly retorted.
The eldest son, Gu Chengzhi's wife, was the legitimate daughter of a fourth-rank official. Mrs. Liu knew she shouldn't expect a girl of that standard with their family's current situation, but at least a girl better than Zhou Ying.
No matter what, she should at least be the daughter of a landlord.
She would rather die than find an illiterate farmer's daughter to be her daughter-in-law.
But before she could finish, Madam Qiao knocked the ground with her walking stick and scolded, "Look at the situation clearly, will you? We are deemed guilty by the officials, any of our family members can't take the imperial examination for three generations, and can't be officials in court.
"Even if there is a wealthy young lady who is willing to marry Chengye, aren't you afraid that he would suffer in his in-laws' family in the future? Did you think that you would hold the pants in this marriage?
