Madam Zhou lifted her gaze and saw her daughter still deep in thought, assuming she was unwilling to help. With a sigh, she said:
"Lan, Mother knows you're troubled. Your identity requires you to enter the Imperial Family, which is difficult for you. If you're unwilling, just pretend I never mentioned it."
Outside the door, the wind and rain were fierce, with thunder rumbling repeatedly.
The temperature of the summer night cooled, and Gu Lan looked at Madam Zhou's rain-drenched forehead, her eyes still bright and indifferent.
Her hand took the Dingyuan Marquis's letter, the envelope bearing four square ink characters: "Wanqing personally opens."
"Rong Yunhao... quite a cute child. I don't dislike him," Gu Lan lifted her head and said casually.
Lan, does this mean you've agreed?
Madam Zhou's eyes widened, unable to hide her excitement as she nodded, tears glistening in her eyes:
