In the courtyard, someone burst out laughing.
The previously somber atmosphere finally relaxed.
Even Su Baishi, who had maintained a cold expression throughout, now had a smile on her face.
Su Dahu's lips curled slightly, and he raised his deep eyes to glance at the girl in the yard who was holding a puppy and smiling gently. Then he turned his gaze to Su Sanhu and Liang Siyu, who were standing on the riverbank outside the yard, and a thoughtful look flashed in his eyes.
Riverbank.
Su Sanhu turned his head to look at the girl in the sky-blue ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress), and seemed to realize something.
I haven't seen her for a few days, and she seems to have become even more beautiful.
Sure enough, Mother was right. Clothes make the man, and gold makes the Buddha. After changing her clothes, she looked like a young lady from a wealthy family in a play, radiating light from head to toe.
Liang Siyu noticed the boy's gaze and her face flushed slightly.
She slightly raised her watery eyes, her gaze lingering on his handsome face, a fleeting hint of regret flashing in her eyes.
Her small hands twisted the hem of her clothes lightly. "Brother Sanhu, about that twenty taels of betrothal gift... are you blaming me?"
"What?" Su Sanhu stammered, quickly snapping out of his daze.
Seeing that he didn't answer, Liang Siyu thought he was really angry. She wiped her eyes and said in a sad voice, "It's understandable that you blame me. Twenty taels is not a small amount for any family."
But I really had no other choice.
As you know, my younger brother Yaozu recently passed the imperial examination for the first time.
Scholars need money for many things, and the cost of writing brushes, ink, paper, and inkstones is not small. The expenses for taking the imperial examinations to become a scholar or a provincial graduate are even greater.
Life at home was already hard, and we struggled to even afford daily meals, let alone anything else. So my parents set their sights on me.
If I had a choice, I would rather marry Brother Sanhu than accept a single penny of dowry.
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