"Mother is alone in the Zhang Family, too lonely. If I marry someone closer, I can visit her often," Zhang Huahan murmured to herself.
Upon hearing this, Zhu Qiyun paused for a moment. Then, a smile appeared on her face and in her eyes. She took Zhang Huahan's hand with a grin, "Good child, your mother is truly blessed to have a daughter like you."
Moved by Zhang Huahan's filial piety, Zhu Qiyun became even more attentive to her marriage prospects. "Don't worry, your aunt will certainly help you find a suitable family."
Over the following period, Zhu Qiyun regularly took Zhang Huahan out as guests. They met many official wives, and each visit often included a few ladies accompanied by their sons.
Knowing the complexities of official relationships, Zhang Huahan was wary of causing trouble for her uncle's family, never daring to step over the line. Even if she happened to meet a gentleman face to face, she would not utter a single word if Zhu Qiyun was not present.
