"Speak." Yang Ruxin put down the pen and turned to sit with Yan Yuyu nearby.
"Isn't your third sister also eleven years old?" Yan Yuyu widened her eyes at Yang Ruxin.
Yang Ruxin looked puzzled: "Yes, her birthday is in April."
"Well, someone asked me to find out if she's been promised to anyone."
Yang Ruxin suddenly laughed, "She's only eleven, and someone's already proposing?"
"Don't laugh." Yan Yuyu hurriedly waved her hand. "It's about looking first; if it's suitable, then get engaged. Preparing everything takes years, and if it's not suitable, you can keep looking. So, it's not really that early."
Yang Ruxin sighed. It seemed like it was typical for girls from aristocratic families of this era to start matchmaking and engagements at such a young age. She couldn't help but rub her forehead. "Sister Yan, to be honest, my family doesn't support arranged marriages. I advocate for them to fall in love freely."
"What?" Yan Yuyu stared, astonished, "Free love?"
