After receiving news from the eldest son, Song Ci spoke with Madam Wei. As soon as July passed, Madam Wei hurried over.
"I thought you were still recovering. Are you feeling better?" Song Ci held her hand as they walked into the main room.
Madam Wei sat down and said calmly, "The family is about to undergo the betrothal ceremony. If I'm still ill, wouldn't that make the Wei Family a laughing stock?"
"You are the Madam; what are you afraid of? If you're not satisfied with this marriage, you can show it openly, and no one would dare to say a word against you," Song Ci said indifferently. This marriage proposal, after all, was due to the Wei Family's improper conduct, and there's no harm in showing them some attitude.
Madam Wei said, "Enough about those unlucky matters. But what you've mentioned, is it reliable? Is he really a good young man?"
"He's a child that even my eldest son favors; what do you think?"
