Dai Hanbo was suddenly taken aback.
"Chu Zhaowei and Chu Renzhi were babbling on that day, looking as pained as anything, those two calves who wouldn't shy away from any misdeed. When have they ever felt sorry for anyone?"
There was something fishy about this situation, something off!
"Second Sister, you go write the invitation. I need to step out for a bit!"
"Third Brother, where are you going?" Dai Hanmi asked anxiously.
"Never mind that. You just write the invitation. The day after tomorrow, no, make it tomorrow, let's have them come over to pick plums and make plum cakes!" Dai Hanbo said, then quickly donned his cloak and left.
Dai Hanmi paused for a moment, then joyfully went to find the Marchioness, "Mother, it's a great success!"
The Marchioness was about forty-five years old and maintained herself quite well, but now the family matriarch was ill, and attending to her by the bedside had considerably worn her out.
"You mean your Third Brother has chosen one of them?"
