Song Jiao laughed and scolded, "Little rascal, what nonsense are you spouting?"
"I read it in a storybook," Song Qi giggled, "It was written so well, a poor scholar falls in love at first sight with a rich family's daughter by chance. But the girl's family doesn't agree, so they lock her up. The girl secretly sends messages to the scholar and asks her maid to sneak out money to support him for his exams. Later, the scholar succeeds, and after many hardships, they finally get a happy ending. When they get married, there's a saying about the scholar lifting the bride's veil and being more intoxicated by her peerless beauty than by drinking several jars of wine. You, sister, were raised by our third aunt, just like that rich lady, and your husband is like that scholar. Although you two didn't go through as many hardships, to me, it's all the same."
