A month had passed since their return to Xiahe County. It was March, the perfect time for a spring outing.
"Sigh, Zhi'Er, the Wei Family is so prominent. Their young lady must be well-read and courteous. Why won't you even agree to meet her?"
"Steward Wang has visited several times this past month. It shows they're sincere."
Ms. Chen nagged, trying to persuade him.
Right now, for the Fang Family, the matter of Fang Yue's marriage had become a thorny problem, their top priority.
Father Fang and Fang Cheng were both blocks of wood—terrible with words and unable to persuade Fang Yue. Thus, the heavy burden fell entirely on Ms. Chen's shoulders.
"Mother, please don't worry about this. I'm still young, not even twenty-five yet."
Fang Yue refused with a smile. Seeing that Ms. Chen was about to say more, he quickly cut in, "That's settled, then. I'm off to train."
With that, he fled.
