Your son has been imprisoned and sentenced to death; if you can't even save your own son, how do you have the energy to worry about other people's children getting married?
"Your second son isn't married yet either; aren't you worried?"
Yu Fang was eavesdropping on the main hall door, and happened to hear Aunt Lin speaking: "She's just a girl; if she doesn't get married, so be it. She can stay home all her life and take care of me and her father in the future."
"Zhao Xiumei, aren't you being a bit too selfish?"
Aunt Lin didn't reply, only rolling her eyes incessantly.
"If you really can't come up with the money, go ask Lin Xiang. If it weren't for Lin Xiang, my son wouldn't have acted foolishly. Ultimately, it's all Lin Xiang's fault; she's the one who should bear the responsibility!"
The villagers looked at each other in dismay.
"No, what does this have to do with the girl?"
