Lady Yu's face lit up with joy. "What did Qianqian say?"
Fang Liuming's expression fell. "Earlier, to provoke her, I said that several young ladies liked me and even made up stories to irritate her. She's somewhat angry now."
"Ah..." Lady Yu was at a loss for words. "How could you fabricate such a thing! The letter passed through Qinqin's hands; what would your cousin think after reading it?"
Grandma Fang said, "It's not true anyway, just a misunderstanding. Since Qianqian is also interested, you should explain things well and settle the engagement. By April, Qianqian will come of age." According to her, it didn't matter if she wasn't of age yet—it was just a matter of days. If they could get the marriage fixed this time, there couldn't be a better outcome! That way, Qianqian would be able to follow her grandson to the Capital Jingcheng to take care of him, and she could very soon be holding a great-grandson in her arms!
