Zhao Fan and Liang Yun watched the three suddenly tense young men, their gaze hovering somewhere between amusement and mischief.
Even the youngest, Lu Chang'sheng, had already reached marrying age; in rich families, by fourteen, he'd probably have taken at least a concubine.
But Lu Chang'sheng? Word was, he hadn't even held a woman's hand.
Honestly—it was kind of outrageous.
That's exactly why Zhao Hu brought up this topic at just this moment.
Not far off, Li Nangua, who was helping Yun and a couple of women clean tables and clear the floor, pricked up her ears.
Her archery skills had reached Great Success, and her sharp senses were a notch above ordinary folk; in an instant, she'd caught wind of the conversation.
Marriage?
Suddenly, it felt like a bolt of lightning flashed through her chest; every part of her was tense.
