Zhu Qiyun got lost in the courtyard, and the affair of being escorted back by Yan Wenjie had spread to Madam Li by early next morning.
Having confirmed several times that Zhu Qiyun's encounter with Yan Wenjie was coincidental, and not deliberate on anyone's part, Madam Li finally laughed, "That Zhu girl sure has some guts."
When Daohua arrived, she happened to hear this, "Who's got guts now?"
Madam Li chuckled and recounted Zhu Qiyun's chance meeting with Yan Wenjie, as well as the moment when she expressed her feelings to him.
After hearing this, Daohua wore an approving look, "Miss Zhu is very adept at seizing opportunities. If Second Brother is truly moved by her words, even if Second Aunt once refused Miss Zhu's betrothal and disapproves of this match, the outcome could be uncertain if Second Brother himself is willing.
Mother's seldomly win against their own sons."
Madam Li's face showed hesitation, "Isn't this Miss Zhu perhaps a little too calculating?"
