"Indeed, she has no children of her own, and regards His Majesty as if he were her own son, having suffered so much for him,"
True enough.
Gu Youyou nodded.
"Then what does my uncle mean by agreeing to let me go?"
Lin Qianqing giggled, "Your uncle, my father, means that you should go to the palace to see the world and let the ladies who will enter the palace tomorrow see you too. Who knows, they might find a good match for you."
Gu Youyou was taken aback, almost chopping to death the herbs she had planted, thinking to herself: Lin Qianqing is wrong. It's one thing for others, but my uncle knows about my situation with Jin Zijin. Why would he arrange for me to look for a suitable match?
These people... they love to do things halfway and tell things by halves.
She guessed that they probably wanted her to enter the palace to understand the current situation.
