Even Meng Xinian couldn't help but curse.
This relative of Chu Liang's was truly bizarre. The child bride was seventeen or eighteen years younger than Cousin Chu Liang — if the girl had been brought home from birth, wouldn't the cousin have already been seventeen or eighteen years old? Marriage should have been arranged by then; what's with bringing home a little girl to be a wife?
Just by doing the math, it was clear: by the time she turned fifteen and was old enough to marry, the cousin would be in his thirties!
Yet they hadn't even had time to ask for the story behind all this.
But at this moment, there was simply no time for them to consider it.
Meng Xinian's face turned slightly blue, looking embarrassed as if some secret shame had been exposed.
