Li Qingyuan looked at Luo Ling, quite satisfied in his heart.
Her luck was good, her courage commendable, her wisdom passed muster, and she had a clear sense of gratitude and grudges. Her looks and temperament were also excellent.
The children she bore and personally raised should not turn out too poorly.
The wisdom trial assessed whether they were decisive and ruthless when needed, whether their temperaments were steady, whether they knew how to protect themselves wisely, whether they understood how to respect others' fates, and how much weight parental affection and family held in their hearts.
All in all, Luo Ling had been the one who satisfied Li Qingyuan the most after the comprehensive trials.
Li Qingyuan walked out of the rear courtyard and said, "Luo Ling, come with me."
Luo Ling nodded. "Yes."
The two left the rear courtyard one after the other and arrived at the front courtyard, where they met his father and mother.
Li Qingyuan said, "Mother, it's her."
"Her name is—"
Chen Xiuyun said delightedly, "This girl is called Luo Ling. Mother knows her. She's a good child, and Mother likes her the most."
"Yuan'er, the two of us saw eye to eye."
Li Qingyuan: "..."
He had not expected that the daughter-in-law candidate he had painstakingly chosen would turn out to be the one his mother had favored at first sight. It could only be said that mother and son were of one heart.
Li Qingyuan said, "Father, Mother, I'll leave the wedding arrangements to you and the clan."
Chen Xiuyun seemed to have grown more than ten years younger, brimming with energy as she said, "Don't worry. Mother has already asked the Great Elder to select an auspicious date."
"The twenty-seventh of next month, the twenty-seventh day of the eleventh month in