The wheels of the carriage rolled over the country road, kicking up fine dust. Inside the carriage, Mrs. Huang leaned on a soft cushion, her face still carrying a trace of the paleness from just waking up. She stared blankly at the trees swiftly retreating outside the window, muttering intermittently to herself.
"I don't agree... Chun Shu can't marry... that poor Scholar..."
"Why, why can her daughter marry well, why can't my daughter marry well..."
The elderly woman sitting opposite was specially chosen by Chun Nuan from the mansion, with a steady personality and patience.
Seeing Mrs. Huang start to mutter again, she sighed inwardly.
Why?
Because the daughter of the eldest matriarch has good fortune.
