Mrs. Fang and the Marchioness watched the young men and women on the field riding and shooting, playing and jesting. Mrs. Fang deliberately observed those of marriageable age. Over the past three years, Fang Lingjun's marriage had been delayed for various reasons. Now, calculating and comparing, most of the young men of suitable age in the capital were already wedded. The ones remaining were few and far between. Finding a suitable match for Fang Lingjun proved difficult.
The Marchioness suddenly thought of someone and couldn't help but glance toward Fengyu's side. "Amian, tell me… what about Xie Er?"
"Ting Feng?" Mrs. Fang shook her head lightly. "Not suitable. Ting Feng's temperament... Junjun would have a hard time getting along with him."
