"Young man, aren't you Tianming's friend? Then you can't call me Grandmother. Call me Auntie," the old madam corrected.
Qi Tianming looked embarrassed. What was his mother trying to do?
"Grandmother, you misunderstand. This junior is not the Marquis's friend. My father is the Marquis's friend, so it is correct for me to call you Grandmother," Zhao Qingcheng said with a smile.
"Is that so? Then you should call me Grandmother." The old madam nodded in agreement. At the same time, she looked at Qi Tianming, who was standing by, with increasing displeasure. "Your friend's son is already this old. What about your son?"
Qi Tianming finally felt that something was amiss. His mother seemed to have lost her memory.
His son, wasn't his son at Taihe Temple?
"Your son is only in his early teens," the old madam added. "He still has several years before he can get married."
Qi Tianming was a bit bewildered. Who could tell him what play his mother was putting on with all these antics?
"Tianming, you brought your friend to see me. Is there something you need?" the old madam asked.
"Yes, Mother. Prince Ding has come to propose marriage for Xuanxuan," Qi Tianming quickly stated Prince Ding's intention.
The old madam looked confused. After Madam Fang whispered a few words to her, she remembered, "Xuanxuan, didn't she go to Taihe Temple with Zhenzhen? I wonder which family Prince Ding is proposing for my granddaughter."
Prince Ding immediately introduced Amur's family background.
"By the way, I also have a personal letter from Master Yuanjue. My useless nephew also went to Taihe Temple these past few days. Master Yuanjue has met the old madam's granddaughter and my nephew, and said that the two are destined for each other," Prince Ding said.
Qi Tianming glanced at Prince Ding. Why didn't he mention the personal letter from the Master earlier?
Why was the Master so idle that he was reading horoscopes and talking about marriages?
"If the Master says it's good, then it is naturally good," the old madam agreed. "However, my granddaughter is still young..."
"We can get engaged first and then take our time. The marriage will take place after the Third Miss comes of age," Prince Ding said. "Although Amur is not my son, his position in my heart surpasses that of my own son. So, you two need not worry that the Third Miss will be wronged."
With Master Yuanjue's endorsement, Prince Ding and the old madam had a very pleasant conversation.
They agreed to have Master Yuanjue choose an auspicious date for the engagement.
Qi Tianming wanted to say something, but felt that anything he said now would be useless.
He was saddened.
Meanwhile, Qi Mingzhu, after hearing the news brought by Fusu, was so angry that she smashed everything in sight.
She was the legitimate daughter of the Marquis's mansion, possessing both beauty and talent. Shouldn't the marriage proposal be for her?
She endured Qi Zhenzhen marrying Gu Sinian.
Now, Qi Xuanxuan, who used to live like a rat in a ditch, also had a marriage proposal, and it was from the dignified Prince Ding himself. Why? How was she inferior to that concubine's daughter?
The commotion here was quickly reported to Madam Yun by the servants.
"Do not shortchange her in any way regarding her food, clothing, or daily necessities. If I find out anyone dares to withhold anything from the Eldest Miss, they will be sold off. Also, arrange for a few people to guard her and prevent the Eldest Miss from leaving her courtyard," Madam Yun ordered.
Confining Qi Mingzhu was a command from the Marquis. She did not need to ask anything; she just needed to execute it properly.
Moreover, this Qi Mingzhu was becoming increasingly impatient. If she wasn't watched carefully, who knew what she might do?
As a young lady of the Marquis's mansion, she had previously stooped to such despicable acts. Who knew if she would do anything more outrageous in the future? She couldn't give her the opportunity to harm others, lest it tarnish the reputations of Zhenzhen and Yi Ge'er.