"The laws of Daxuan stipulate that palace maids can marry out of the palace at the age of twenty-four. Actually, there's another rule: if a single woman from the common folk is over twenty-four and remains unmarried, she will be subjected to heavy taxes each year, and they increase annually," Peng Mingzi looked at Yang Ruxin, "unless she becomes a nun."
Yang Ruxin nodded; she was aware of this.
"I can't wait any longer." Tears shimmered in Peng Mingzi's eyes.
"But, what's the use of telling me this?" Yang Ruxin appeared puzzled, "Do you expect me to play matchmaker for you?"
"When I was fourteen, I met a man," Peng Mingzi did not respond to Yang Ruxin's words but instead continued her own story, "At that time, I was startled by a horse while burning incense, and he descended like a hero to save me. Afterward, he said he would marry me when I came of age, but I have been waiting for six years."
Yang Ruxin nodded, realizing there was such a story behind it.
