Chapter 89 Inquiry
Not long after, Lin Chan came over.
"Grandma, mother, do you have something to talk to me about?"
Mrs. Lin pulled Lin Chan to sit down, dismissed the servants, and told her about the three families' marriage proposals.
Lin Chan blushed silently.
"Chan'er, you've seen those three young men before. Now that there's no one else around, don't be shy. Tell me which one you have a good impression of."
Lin Chan was silent for a moment.
Lin was impatient: "Why should you be embarrassed in front of your grandmother and mother? This is a matter of great importance to your entire life."
Lin Chan smiled helplessly, "Mom, it's not that I'm embarrassed to say it, but I really haven't paid much attention to these three people. I don't have much impression of them."
"No impression at all?" Lin was a little unconvinced.
Besides Wen Feng, the four young men, the Prince of Wei, and the Prince of Jing, she had taken several glances at any man of the right age. Her daughter was so young, how could she not have this little bit of cleverness?
Lin Chan thought about it carefully: "My only impression is that none of them are ugly, and their looks are acceptable."
"Which one do you like better?" Lin asked with a glimmer of hope.
Lin Chan smiled bitterly: "I really don't understand, I haven't had any contact, so I can't say whether I like it or not."
"This..." Lin looked at the old lady.
Faced with her unenlightened granddaughter, the old lady was helpless and analyzed the pros and cons of the three families. "Of the three, the Han family is the most prestigious. I haven't heard anything bad about Young Master Han, except that he has a lively personality. The Zhang family, the Junior Secretary of the Imperial Household Department, has a younger son. If you marry him, you'll have fewer responsibilities. As for the newly minted Jinshi surnamed Li, his family is from another province, but they're quite well-off. We've already bought him a house in the capital, so you two can live more freely on your own in the future."
The old lady patted Lin Chan's hand and said, "All three families have their merits. It depends on which kind of life you prefer. Of course, the most important thing is to see which one you think suits your eyes."
There is no best external conditions, only better ones. In the old lady's opinion, it is enough to meet certain conditions. The key still depends on the person.
The three young men all met Chan'er before asking their family elders to propose to her, which shows that they had fallen in love with Chan'er first. This was a prerequisite in the old lady's view.
We can no longer rush forward like we did in the past.
"None of the three families have refused outright. Let's find out more about the family traditions of the three families and the character of the men, and find opportunities to meet the three young people more. Marriage is a big deal and cannot be rushed." said the old lady.
Let’s not talk about her daughter’s miserable marriage for now, let’s just talk about the Marquis Pingjia’s proposal to marry Chan’er. Whenever the old lady thinks of this, she feels a pang of fear.
If I had agreed hastily at that time, I would have harmed Chan'er.
Don't be impatient, don't be impatient.
Lin Chan nodded obediently: "I'll follow the arrangements of my grandmother and mother."
Lin Hao heard the news and asked Lin Chan with a smile in private: "Which one do you like, big sister?"
Lin Chan rolled her eyes at her: "Stop teasing me. I've already said that I'm not impressed by these three people."
"Is there no one who impressed Big Sister?"
In front of her sister, Lin Chan didn't hide anything and made a joke: "If I had to say who was most impressed, it would naturally be the number one scholar and the King of Wei."
She paused, a hint of mockery in her eyes, "And Prince Jing, he's also quite impressive."
When they were at Qinglu Temple, Prince Jing's eyes secretly fell on his sister several times, and she accidentally saw it.
I just don't know what my sister thinks.
Lin Hao was stunned: "Big sister... likes Prince Jing?"
"Let me think about it—" Seeing her sister's serious expression, Lin Chan chuckled, "Just kidding."
"Could it be Yang Zhuangyuan——"
Lin Chan shook her head: "You're usually quite clever, how come you can't even understand a joke now?"
Lin Hao was a little dissatisfied: "Sister, you still have the mind to joke when talking about your lifelong event."
To Lin Chan, since she had never met any of them, they all seemed the same, but Lin Hao paid special attention to them.
She thought about it for two days and decided to meet with Wen Feng.
If you want to understand a person, who knows him better than a good friend who you spend time with? After all, what you get is just superficial.
Although she treated Wen Feng as a stranger every time she met him, she was thick-skinned and could do it for her sister's lifelong happiness.
Lin Hao brought his homemade chrysanthemum cake and went to the Ministry of Justice’s yamen, where he had to take the only way to go to and from the yamen.
Wen Feng was assigned to the Ministry of Justice to observe politics.
It was almost time to get off work, and before long, Lin Hao saw Wen Feng walking towards him while chatting with his colleagues.
"Eleventh Brother." Lin Hao shouted.
Wen Feng looked over when he heard the voice. Seeing that it was Lin Hao, he was stunned at first, then said a few words to his colleagues and walked over quickly.
"Ahao, do you have something to talk to me about?" Wen Feng felt a little nervous unconsciously as he stood in front of Lin Hao.
I have pretended not to know him several times when I met him, but today I came to see him on purpose. Is there something big going on?
Lin Hao raised the bamboo basket he was carrying and said with a smile, "Brother Eleven, I made some chrysanthemum cakes at home. I brought some for you to try."
Wen Feng: This makes him even more nervous.
Wen Feng hurriedly took the bamboo basket and thanked him.
"I have another question I'd like to ask Brother Eleven. Can I spare you a moment of your time?"
"Oh, of course no problem." Wen Feng pointed, "There's a teahouse over there. Let's go there and talk."
Lin Hao nodded.
The two of them went into the teahouse together and asked for an elegant room.
"What's the matter, Ahao?" Wen Feng poured a cup of tea and handed it to Lin Hao.
Lin Hao accepted it, thanked him, and told his intention: "A few days ago, three families invited the Iceman to come to their house, hoping to marry my eldest sister."
"Three?" Wen Feng asked dryly.
Lin Hao smiled and said, "Eleventh Brother knows all three of the people who are interested in marrying my eldest sister."
Hearing Lin Hao say their names, Wen Feng looked embarrassed: "That's really outrageous——"
It's okay if it's just one person, but all three of them are like this. Can they even make an appointment together?
Lin Hao smiled and waved his hands: "A beautiful lady is a good match for a gentleman, there is nothing wrong with that. I came to see Eleventh Brother today because I thought that Eleventh Brother knows them well. Can you tell me who is more suitable for Big Sister?"
Regarding Lin Chan's lifelong affairs, Wen Feng did not dare to draw conclusions rashly.
"Don't feel pressured, Eleventh Brother. This is just a reference."
Wen Feng then spoke, "They're both good people. Brother Li comes from a prominent family, and he's the only one of his generation who's passed the imperial examination. He carries the family's hopes, and he's also quite ambitious. If he becomes his wife, it might be a bit difficult in the future. Brother Zhang has many brothers and sisters, so it depends on whether Sister Chan'er prefers a lively atmosphere or quiet life. Brother Han's family is relatively simple, and he doesn't have big ambitions, but he doesn't have bad habits either. He's easygoing and warm. From a friend's perspective, I think all three of them are good. From an older brother's perspective, I might find it easier and happier to be with Brother Han..."
After hearing Wen Feng's heartfelt words, Lin Hao thanked him solemnly.
Wen Feng's relationship with his cousin had eased, and he was in a good mood. He happily returned home carrying a bamboo basket.
Although the Wen residence was small and there were not many servants, for Wen Rusheng it was already a life like that of an old man.
His face was flushed, and his attention was focused on the basket: "What delicious food did Feng'er bring back?"
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