Zhulan held the teacup steady, pressing down the twitch at the corner of her mouth. Her own child had always been unassuming, never vying for attention at banquets, yet it was remarkable how the Wu and Liu clan could sing such praises: "In fact, I've heard plenty about Miss Wu's fine reputation: she's adept in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting—a prodigy in all respects. Even the empresses in the court sing her praises!"
Ms. Wu was delighted upon hearing this. Her daughter was sought after by many, unrivaled in the capital. It seemed that Mrs. Yang too was satisfied with her daughter.
Zhulan was clear about Ms. Wu's intentions. By mentioning Yushuang, her aim was obvious. Shifting the conversation again, "Even someone like me, who lives away from the capital, has heard that Miss Wu is about to be betrothed?"
Ms. Wu was taken aback. As the mother, she had no knowledge of any betrothal plans. Frowning, "No, there is no betrothal."
