"You know, my Fang Yue became a Martial Scholar when he was just a lad..." Ms. Chen said smugly.
Hearing this, the neighbors looked on with envy. "My, Ms. Chen, you're so fortunate to have such a capable son."
"That's right! That boy Fang Yue has been sharp as a tack since he was little. He's bound to go far," another neighbor chimed in.
Ms. Chen swelled with even more pride as she listened to her neighbors' compliments.
She knew her son was truly exceptional. 'He's not just smart and competent, but incredibly capable. His official post keeps getting higher—he's already far more powerful than the County Magistrate from our old little city.'
Of course, there was just one small shame: Fang Yue wasn't married yet. At this thought, Ms. Chen quickly said to the two women,
"So we have a deal. If you know of any suitable girls, you have to prioritize our Fang Yue. I'm not just boasting, but when it comes to character, looks, and ability, my Fang Yue is absolutely top-notch."
