Lin Qiao knew that Song Tingfan's monthly salary was thirty taels. He was probably holding some position in the military camp, but he hadn't mentioned it, and she hadn't asked.
She had a headache and spoke seriously, "Mother, you can't disregard my and my little uncle's opinions just because you and father are in favor. Marriage is about forming a family, not creating enmity."
"I don't mind, but my little uncle is different. He's grown up, he has his own thoughts. Mother, you said he's capable, handsome, and many girls like him."
"Why would he like me, a widow nearly twenty years old? I know in your and father's eyes I'm the best, but in others' eyes, I'm just a widow who lost her husband."
These words hit the knot in Li Guifen's heart, "It wasn't what you wanted. It was because your father and I were foolish at the time and pushed you into the fire pit. It has nothing to do with you."
