Xiao Qingyu stood under the eaves of the study, surveying the Begonia Garden.
She still remembered, as a child, being brought by her parents to wish the old Marquis a happy birthday, visiting the Marquis Duanjing Residence.
At that time, she was only six or seven, and the old Marquis, who had lived a life of military service, was usually a solemn man, but he was affectionate and seemed very kind in front of the children.
Back then, she remembered, Yan Qing was about eight or nine years old, following the old Marquis around, receiving guests who came to the Marquis Duanjing Residence to offer birthday wishes; even at such a young age, he already appeared cultured and proper.
She remembered her mother whispering to her father, "The young Marquis will be quite something when he grows up. Matchmakers will probably wear out the doorstep of the Marquis Residence. It's hard to tell which family's daughter will have the fortune to marry into the Duanjing Residence."
