"The girl doesn't have those kinds of thoughts about you." Old Madam Jiang cautiously looked at her youngest son, "Why don't we consider someone else?"
"No." Jian Yunchi's eyes were firm, "It must be her."
Old Madam Jiang was in despair, "But she only sees you as a senior."
"I'm not her senior." Jian Yunchi paused, "Mother, I'll go and win her over myself."
Old Madam Jiang said coolly, "Do you have a chance? How often does a noblewoman go out? You can't even see her."
Jian Yunchi paused, a layer of low pressure enveloping him.
Old Madam Jiang asked again, "Xiao Wu, what do you like about that girl? Is it because you've read her stories? Then you like her works, not her as a person. I hope you clear this up, otherwise, it's unfair to the girl if you marry her for the wrong reasons."
