Nan Yi replied dismissively, "So-so."

"Next time, I'll have them send more. If you're not satisfied, have Su Peisheng take the rest." These are all rare and high-quality materials. Tong Shi has no use for them, but the other concubines would love to have them.

Upon hearing this, Yiren smiled to herself and pulled Qingfeng away.

He pulled her down to sit, then glanced around the room casually and asked, "Are these the only two serving you? What about the other maids? Do you need two more?"

Nan Yi gave him a strange look. "Xiao Shunzi took his lover to the Xiao family. Oh, I forgot to mention, I promised my lover to Xiao Xi's brother. The wedding date is still under discussion. Qingyun wants to take another look. Why are you suddenly asking about them? You never care about these things."

That's why women are said to be sensitive. Even the most oblivious woman can intuitively focus on the key points when faced with certain situations.

Yinzhen turned slightly to the side, took Nan Yi's hand in his palm and played with it. He pondered for a moment, "In that case, we should marry her off as soon as possible to avoid any unforeseen complications."

"Hmm? No, wait," Nan stared at him intently, and asked in a deep voice, "What do you mean? Are you implying something? What kind of change is going to happen?"

Yinzhen felt somewhat uncomfortable being questioned by her. His wife's suggestion made him uncomfortable; his lover should never stay in Wanyue Pavilion again. It was an awkward situation, and gossip would inevitably arise.

If Madam Tong knew, she would probably make a scene against him.

Yinzhen was still thinking about how to appease Lady Tong so that she wouldn't suspect anything and would marry off the girl as soon as possible.

Suddenly a commotion broke out in the courtyard, and then several maids rushed into the house, the first of whom knelt down straight.

Upon closer inspection, Yinzhen realized that this was indeed the person they had been talking about.