"It's a pity that Mingzi is a daughter," Peng Cheng expressed his deep fondness for his eldest daughter, yet felt a touch of regret, "If only Ming Han had her intellect and talent, the Peng Family would surely prosper in the future. Alas, Mingzi will eventually have to be wed. Speaking of which, Mingzi is about to turn twenty this year, it's time to plan her marriage."
"Oh!" Lady Jia sighed, "Master, do you think I'm not anxious? But your daughter has high standards. She would never marry anyone she doesn't deem worthy, and Mingrong isn't in a hurry either. What can I do? They're too capable and headstrong, it's worrying, but at least your son is already married with a child, so I have a grandson to hold. Otherwise, I'd have turned grey with worry by now."
Peng Cheng let out a heavy breath: "This cannot be left entirely to her." He said, picking up a teacup to take a sip, "If we delay any longer, she'll truly end up staying at home."
