Zhulan was also happy inside, exposing it was good. Once exposed, she wouldn't have to be on guard anymore; everything was laid out openly, and Qing Xue would be cautious. Smiling, she said, "Don't worry, things will not change in the future, but the safety of the main courtyard now rests with you. After all, Mrs. Song is old and will retire to the countryside in the future. You're not young either, it's just that I don't know if you could ever marry?"
Zhulan paused and then continued, "If you can marry, find the right person and tell me. I will give my permission."
Qing Xue was stunned; she had never thought about getting married. She was an orphan from after the dynasty's establishment, later taken away for training. She knew they had no future. She had envied Mrs. Song but never dared to hope. Now, hearing these words, she knew she could only stay in the Zhou residence; this was the best outcome for her. When she was exposed, she was thrilled—after all, who wants to die?
