Song Ruqi felt a sense of despair about her marriage prospects, and her grandmother, Song Ci, felt the same way.
"Ah, ah, ah, why did this fall on my shoulders?" Song Ci rubbed her temples, looking at a list compiled by her personal maids, feeling her brain throb with pain.
The list recorded all the ladies who attended the eldest daughter-in-law's birthday banquet, noting which family they were from, their ranks, and ages. If the maids could do quick sketches, Song Ci might have had them draw some portraits.
As Song Ci looked over the list, she recalled the appearances of the ladies she had seen and compared their family backgrounds, but no matter how she looked, she couldn't find a suitable match for her youngest son.
Nanny Gong saw her distress and advised, "Madam, there's no need to rush. Matters of marriage can't be hurried. Take your time to find the right match."
