In the main hall, a servant girl brought in the tea with her head bowed down. Qingfu Junzhu’s face was sullen, and after enduring for a long time she finally said, “Madam Xue, the children’s marriage wasn’t a trivial matter, can you consider it again?”
Huo Xue-shi smiled and said: “Since I came here to meet Junzhu, naturally I won’t speak without any rhyme or reason. Eldest miss is indeed a good girl, Junzhu and Marchioness have raised her well, I also like her. But in the end, marriage needs both party’s consent. And this feeling, of course can’t be forced.”