Xiao Qingyu stayed at the Marquis Duanjing's residence for eight days, during which she immersed herself in the fragrance of ink, feeling significant progress each day.
Throughout these eight days, she kept mulling things over and over again, and the more she thought about it, the more she felt that marrying Ling Yunshen, aside from the fear that her tender heart couldn't bear his one flaw, everything else seemed good. She liked her young sister-in-law, her young brother-in-law was also not bad, her two little nephews were lovable and cute, and the Ling Family had a simple number of people. She knew her way around well, so why not marry him and give it a try?
So, one day, after Ling Hua had finished all her tasks, and the mountain of account books had finally been cleared from her desk, she let out a sigh of relief, stretched her back, and said to Ling Hua, "I've given it some thought, if your third brother agrees, then I'll marry him."
Ling Hua: "..."
