Before Lin Zixing could answer, Gu An'an downed the wine in her cup in one gulp. "But when it comes to marrying, one should choose a virtuous wife and take a concubine based on her looks. I don't have much beauty, so how can I be a good concubine?"

She laughed as she spoke, "So it's more suitable for me to find a son-in-law to live with me."

The phrase "son-in-law" made Lin Zixing's gaze towards Gu An'an turn somewhat serious. "Mrs. Gu's plan is not bad."

“That’s for sure.” Gu An’an poured herself another glass of wine. “I’ve noticed that you men are all very confident in yourselves. I have some assets, so what’s wrong with marrying a poor scholar as my son-in-law? In storybooks, it’s often said that a rich young lady falls for a poor scholar and is willing to marry him and support his studies. Can’t I just give them my blessing? They won’t lose out either.”

Gu An'an chuckled, the wine glass slipped from her hand and rolled onto the table, spilling wine onto Lin Zixing's robe.

This caused Gu An'an to frantically help wipe it, but she ended up pouring a pot of tea over it.

The moon-white brocade robe instantly changed color, and Lin Zixing's face changed color along with it.

"I'm so sorry, Mr. Lin, I didn't mean it. How about I compensate you?"

Lin Zixing looked at the drunken man and said, "This robe was woven from brocade by the embroiderers of Jinling City. What will Madam Gu use to compensate for it?"

He whispered in her ear, almost seductively, "How about I use you as compensation, Madam Gu?"

"Alright, is Young Master Lin planning to become my son-in-law?"

Gu An'an looked at the young man in brocade robes with a smile on her face, her smile as bright and radiant as a flower.