"Husband, with the situation as it is now, I fear A'Yuan cannot be formally betrothed to the Wu family, can he?"
Bai Jing came to the courtyard, looking worriedly at Wentian, who sat cross-legged on a meditation mat, breathing in and out.
"Indeed, it is not suitable. Then let them marry directly next year."
Wentian pondered for a moment, then said, "Have Shitou make a trip to the Wu family in the county city on my behalf, to show our sincerity."
"Mm, then let it be so…"
Bai Jing seemed somewhat unwilling to accept it and muttered again, "It is all this heaven's doing. Such a good betrothal banquet is just gone like this. I hope A'Yuan will not mind."
"You are his mother. Do you still not understand his personality?"
Wentian smiled faintly.
"Right now, the drought is severe. People are dying in more than a dozen nearby county cities. Under such circumstances, are you not afraid of people pointing at our backs and cursing us?"
"Husband, what you say makes sense."
