When Madam Zhou saw her arrive, she hurriedly beckoned her over and whispered beside her, "This Master Wen is the Emperor's teacher, yet I've never heard of him having a third brother. How come he suddenly has a third brother? Have you ever seen him?"
Zhou Qiyan was also listening intently, and Sisi smiled, "Don't worry, Aunt, he is the one I love."
Madam Zhou was taken aback.
"Really? His third brother looks a few years older than you. You two really know each other."
Sisi nodded.
Madam Zhou sighed. It was all over. This time, she couldn't even try to matchmake her and her second son. If they got engaged today, her second son would have no chance at all.
My second brother is really foolish!
Madam Zhou regretted it but there was nothing she could do. After all, he was her son, so she could only bite the bullet and talk to Old Master Wen.
Zhou Qiyan glanced at Wen Yuan, then at himself, and gritted his teeth in frustration. So what if he's a bit older? How is he any better than him!
Are you blind?
His voice was kept extremely low.
Sisi glanced at him in surprise, and Zhou Qiyan sneered, "He's so old, he might still smell like an old man, it'll suffocate you."
"He smells very nice."
Wen Yuan is the God of Wood, and he always has a faint, pleasant fragrance of wood on him.
Zhou Qiyan was even angrier, and her voice rose a few decibels, "How do you know he smells good? Did you snuggle into his arms and smell him?"
His words drew everyone's attention.
The old master asked in a stern voice, "This is..."
“This is my second son. He’s a lively person, please excuse his antics.” Madam Zhou gave him a hard pinch.
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