Ning Yuchen, fearful that further delay would only breed more complications, didn't dare to waste another moment. After a full day of meticulous screening, he finally settled on a candidate.
This time, he sought out Lady Yao with a heart full of joy. "Prefect Yin might be a bit older, but he has one distinct advantage—he still has no legitimate son. In fact, he doesn't even have a child born to a concubine."
Lady Yao merely sat there, weeping silently, her handkerchief twisting nervously around her fingertips.
"Don't be so quick to refuse. Let me finish." Ning Yuchen looked away, forcing himself not to soften. "This Prefect Yin is no ordinary man. You must have heard about the marriage that's been all the buzz lately! The one bestowed in marriage to Marquis Cheng'en this time is none other than the Yin family's Second Miss.
