The Princess Consort had already dodged the subject several times that morning. Seeing the Guardian Lady was still pressing the issue relentlessly, she steeled herself. "Yes, Yu'er will be turning twenty in the tenth month."
"A few days ago, my mother wrote from the Capital City. She said she's found a good match for Yu'er."
"The Prince and I are both very pleased with it. Once Yu'er's birthday has passed, it will be time to arrange his marriage."
"What!" the Guardian Lady blurted out, momentarily losing control of her emotions.
Nearby, Shen Qingluan had been paying close attention to the Princess Consort's words. She was holding a teacup, and at this news, her hand trembled, sending the cup falling to the floor.
The floor was paved with bluestone slabs, and the cup landed with a sharp CLANG. The noble ladies all around turned to look.
