As the night gradually descended.
In Xijing City, within a very large villa.
Lin Yanran, the owner of Hundred Herbs Hall, was tirelessly listening to her old mother's nagging.
"Yanran, you are not young anymore, you should settle down and establish a career."
"And the Han family is one of the top families in Xijing, no less prestigious than our Lin family. Although your grandfather's health has greatly improved thanks to Red Sun Grass, he is, after all, getting on in years and will sooner or later need to step down."
"Your father, though the eldest son of the family, just look at him, so ineffectual, he surely can't compete with your second and third uncle. But if you could marry the young master of the Han family, and our families were united through marriage, with the support of the Han family, things would be different."
A middle-aged woman with some bearing, wearing a cheongsam, had her arms crossed and rambled on incessantly.
