Gifts were piled high beside her.
The main gate of Marquis Huaiyuan's Residence was tightly closed. Butler Jian Shu was trying to convince her with good reasoning, "Miss Zhu, please go back. It's unseemly for you to kneel here. If word gets out, it could ruin your reputation!"
"I don't have a reputation to uphold now. Even if I don't marry Su Qing, no one else would want me!"
"Miss Zhu, don't speak nonsense. You're in the prime of your youth with a distinguished family background. Someone with discernment will notice you. Don't be discouraged, don't despair. It's not a curse, but it's a fact that our young master is…" Jian Shu broke off, using his sleeve to wipe away a tear.
Su Qing was the least successful among the Su Family's children. Neither scholarly nor martial, the Marchioness had endured much hardship when giving birth to their siblings. Given that he was also the youngest, he was particularly doted on from a young age.
