The carriage clattered forward.
On the carriage, Chu Zhaowei chattered nonstop to his younger cousin, Chu Renzhi, "Speaking of Yun Second Master's daughter, she really is something to behold!"
"Indeed, not bad at all. She's still young this year, not yet fully grown. Give her a few more years until she blossoms, tsk tsk tsk..."
"It's not about how she blossoms; it's about after she gets married, in those first one or two years as a wife, without having borne any children—where it should be firm, it is firm; where it should curve, it curves; where it should be perky, it's perky. That's the true delight!" Chu Zhaowei said with a wicked chuckle.
