Red Mansion: Holding Space and Marrying Like the Sea

In the days that followed, Wang Yi devoted almost all his time to study. Every morning, as the first rays of sunlight streamed into his study, he would be seated at his desk, absorbed in the Confucian classics. At night, when all was silent, only the faint candlelight shone through his room, revealing his deep thoughts and furious writing. Furthermore, whenever he encountered a difficult problem, he would humbly seek advice from Lin Ruhai, who patiently answered his questions and provided meticulous guidance.

Meanwhile, Wang Xifeng was also busy at home. She devoted herself to the household chores, keeping it in perfect order. From food and clothing to daily chores, she meticulously arranged everything, freeing Wang Yi from the distractions and worries of such matters. Wang Xifeng knew the heavy responsibility Wang Yi shouldered, so she silently supported him in her own way, confident that he would achieve success in the imperial examinations and bring honor to the family.

Time passed by quickly like a white horse passing by. In a blink of an eye, Wang Zisheng and his wife, and Wang Ziteng and his wife had ended their trips and returned to the prosperous and bustling capital.

The weather was exceptionally pleasant that day, with a gentle breeze and a clear blue sky. Golden sunlight filtered softly through the lush leaves of the courtyard, casting patches of dappled, swaying light and shadows on the ground. On such a beautiful day, Mrs. Wang Zisheng and Mrs. Wang Ziteng happened to meet.

The two ladies sat on a stone bench in the courtyard, huddled together in great interest, their eyes simultaneously fixed on Wang Yi, who was standing quietly beside them. Wang Yi, with his tall and slender figure and fair face, seemed a little shy at the sudden attention from his grandmothers.

The two ladies wore amiable smiles, their voices cheerful and lighthearted, yet tinged with humor and teasing, as they jokingly said in unison, "Ah, our Yi'er, you're already old enough to be thinking about getting engaged! Come on, dear child, tell us what kind of girl you're attracted to."

These words were like a gentle, warm spring breeze caressing Wang Yi's handsome, delicate face. Instantly, a vibrant blush, like the sunset glow, spread across his once-fair cheeks, spreading all the way to his ears. He subconsciously lowered his head slightly, not daring to meet the grandmothers' curious and expectant eyes. His hands began to fiddle with the hem of his clothes uncontrollably, his mouth opening and closing as he could only stammer, "Grandson... Grandson, I haven't really thought about these things yet." His bewildered and uneasy appearance, like a frightened fawn, was truly heartbreaking.

Seeing this, the two grandmothers couldn't help but smile at each other, their eyes filled with love. They gently reached out their hands, gently stroked Wang Yi's head, and said in a gentle voice, "Oh, there's nothing to be embarrassed about! As the saying goes, men should marry when they are old enough, and women should marry when they are old enough. You, child, really should think about this carefully. The men in our Wang family have always been outstanding, but you must not fall behind in this important matter of marriage!"