Startled, Deng Yuanhang rushed to an escort agency to hire a carriage the moment he left the government office, traveling through the night with Wang Biyi, his servant, and Ancient Wen Heng in tow.
"You're making a mountain out of a molehill," Wang Biyi fumed. "You're just new Scholars. Do you really think those officials would take a fancy to you?"
"Back when I became a scholar, I never saw anyone trying to force a match on me."
Deng Yuanhang retorted, "How old were you then, Teacher? And were you already married?"
Wang Biyi pursed his lips. When he had become a scholar, he was already past thirty; naturally, he had a wife and children by then.
"You young rascal! Once you've been weathered by time, you'll understand just how important a good Yue Family is. Don't play coy now that you're in a desirable position."
