The sickly son died young? After the marriage exchange, I will bring prosperity to his entire clan f

"It's Shiyan, let's go down and take a look."

Du Mingxian led Ke'er and Chuntao downstairs, and after walking a few steps, she overheard their conversation.

"That day was just a misunderstanding. If you are troubled by the purse, I will personally come to apologize."

"That won't do." Wen Shiyan was getting anxious. "Many people saw you take my purse that day. How am I supposed to get married now that you're saying this?"

"Miss, I am..."

"Poetic words."

Just as Ling Silang was about to speak, a familiar voice interrupted him. Looking in the direction of the voice, he saw the person he had been longing for day and night, and his hand in his sleeve clenched instantly.

Wen Shiyan turned around and saw that Du Mingxian was very unhappy. "What are you doing here?"

"I was just on my way to deliver food to my father when I saw you seemed to be having some trouble, so... I came over to see if you needed any help?"

“No need.” Wen Shiyan’s tone was very unpleasant. “You should go back first. I can handle my own affairs.”

Du Mingxian raised an eyebrow. "Really?" She glanced at Ling Silang again.

The moment their eyes met, they both looked away, as if they didn't know each other.

"Naturally."

“But from what I can tell, the third-ranked scholar doesn’t seem too willing to go and propose marriage.” After saying this, Du Mingxian looked at Ling Silang seriously. “The third-ranked scholar, my sister is the second young lady of the Wen family. You are marrying her and you are climbing the social ladder.”

Ling Silang took a step back and slightly cupped his hands, "I have no intention of climbing the social ladder, and I already have someone in mind..."

Du Mingxian felt her heart was about to jump out of her chest, and quickly interrupted him, "Many people saw you take Shiyan's purse on the street that day. If you don't give us an explanation, we will have no choice but to send someone to your residence to take the purse."

Ling Silang immediately took out a slip of paper from his sleeve and handed it to Du Mingxian. "This is my address. The Wen family can send someone to pick up the purse."

Du Mingxian quickly glanced at the note and had just memorized the address when Wen Shiyan grabbed it, crumpled it into a ball, and threw it away.

She was furious. "We're not going. We're not going to get it."

"Shiyan, you..."

"None of your business!" Wen Shiyan shouted, losing face, and got into her carriage, urging the driver to leave.

Du Mingxian also gave Ling Silang a deep look, said nothing more, turned and left. She seemed calm on the surface, but inside she was screaming. She never expected to have such a good thing when she went out to deliver food. She finally met him and got his address.

Back at the manor, Du Mingxian couldn't wait for nightfall and was waiting in the courtyard when Chuntao brought back some news.

"Miss, the second young lady is making a scene in the old lady's room. Master and Madam are over there."

"I'll go take a look too." Du Mingxian quickly walked towards Madam Wen's courtyard.

When she arrived, all she heard inside was Wen Shiyan's commotion: "I don't care, I'm going to marry him, I won't marry anyone else but him."

"You're being ridiculous. You've only met him once, and you're already insisting on marrying him. You don't even know what kind of person he is. What if you suffer after marrying him?"

“My daughter believes he won’t let me suffer.” Wen Shiyan was completely bewitched.

Madam Wen, ultimately feeling sorry for her daughter, said, "Master, since Shiyan likes it, why not..."

Lord Wen glanced at Madam Wen disapprovingly, “The third-ranked scholar is single. His family members all died in a disaster, leaving only his widowed mother, who also passed away before the new year. Now he is all alone, and we don’t know what kind of person he is.”

Du Mingxian, who was standing outside, heard everything clearly and felt sorry for the original owner of the body. It was fortunate that it was she who returned to the Wen family; if it were the original owner, she would have been heartbroken. They were both daughters, yet the Wen family had so hastily arranged her own marriage.

Or perhaps Lord Wen also knows Feng Er's character, but simply doesn't care about this daughter.

But his youngest daughter is the apple of his eye. Hearing these words, he doesn't know what kind of person she is. He can't marry her. After all, he is a father.

She was a little angry, so as she walked inside, she said, "Father, you can let Shiyan investigate on her own. There shouldn't be any problem. I said I don't know what the second young master of the Feng family is like. Didn't you say that I should investigate and find out for myself?"

Lord Wen: "..."

"I don't need to know, I can tell he's a very good and responsible person. If I marry him, he'll definitely treat me very well." Wen Shiyan was somewhat obsessed.

Madam Wen sighed softly, "This third-ranked scholar has no real connections. If things really work out between him and Shiyan, it would be a good thing."

"Shiyan is the apple of our eye. After she marries, she will be in charge of her own household. If you are worried that she will suffer, we will prepare more dowry for her. We will definitely not let him suffer."

"With the powerful officials around, even the top scholar wouldn't dare to do anything to our daughter."

Madam Wen was confident in this.

Lord Wen was speechless, unsure of what to say. All the women in his family agreed with the idea, but he still felt it wouldn't work.

Du Mingxian stood aside and listened without offering any further opinions.

"Father, I really love him. I don't want anyone else but him." Wen Shiyan was anxious. She knelt down and crawled forward two steps to Lord Wen, pleading with him.

Old Madam Wen couldn't bear to see her granddaughter like this, and felt extremely distressed. "Alright, get up quickly. This is nothing, your father can handle it with a word. Get up now."

Wen Shiyan didn't get up; she just stared at Lord Wen.

In the end, Lord Wen could not resist Wen Shiyan's pleas and agreed to the marriage between Wen Shiyan and Ling Silang. "Alright, you stay obediently in the manor these days. I will arrange things between you and the third-ranked scholar."

"Thank you, Father. You're so good to me." Wen Shiyan jumped up from the ground with joy.

Madam Wen was also happy, "It's just right. Shiyan is still young, so I can stay for another two years. In these two years, the third-ranked scholar should be able to make a name for himself in the officialdom. When I marry Shiyan then, it won't be too unfair to her."

“Mother, things might change if we delay. He’s such a good person, I’m afraid I’m not the only one who cares about him,” Wen Shiyan reminded her.

Lord Wen waved his hand, "I will arrange for someone to investigate this matter, so you don't need to worry. As for marriage and such, it's a bit early to talk about it now, we'll discuss it later."

"Okay." Wen Shiyan was happy and stopped making a fuss.

Standing in the room, Du Mingxian saw the family's doting affection for Wen Shiyan. She was speechless at Lord Wen's behavior. She had heard that Lord Wen had liked the original owner's mother quite a bit, so how come he didn't care about the original owner at all?

After the matter was discussed and the atmosphere quieted down, Madam Wen beckoned to Du Mingxian, "Huan'er is here, come over here quickly."

So, I just spoke up, how did you manage to completely ignore me?

"Grandmother," Du Mingxian stepped forward and called out sweetly.