The spring night brings a sudden swift rain, silent as the idle flowers fall to the ground.
As the rain subsides, the once bustling Jiang Mansion also quiets down. The old lady, not yet asleep, holds Jiang Shiyi in conversation in her room.
"That boy Chengsi, despite his unreliable appearance, has good taste. The girl from the Si Family is genuinely nice, knows her manners, and more importantly, they like each other."
After a busy day, the old lady leans back in her wicker chair. Though she looks tired, there's a smile on her lips, "If Chengsi gets married, I'll have one less worry."
"Watching you brothers getting married and having children one by one, I really feel I'm getting old."
...
Initially, Jiang Shiyi thought the old lady was just reminiscing about the years passing, and true enough, three sentences in, she started urging him to marry.
