Some said that was simply how the world worked: fine horses went with fine saddles, good boats with good sails, turtles with mung beans, and idiots with brain-dead morons.
Li Mu Yang wondered what he was in Song Tao's eyes—a turtle or a brain-dead moron?
He asked whether he liked Tao Hong or Liu Lü, but beneath the surface, he was warning himself to understand his place. You're only a groom. The only partners you can have in the future are maids like Tao Hong or Liu Lü. Of course, you'll have to work diligently and seriously enough to satisfy Miss Xiaoxin before she'll marry one of her maids to you.
As for a woman like Cui Xiaoxin, he did not even need to think about it.
Li Mu Yang shook his head repeatedly and said with a panicked look, "No, I don't like either of them."
"What? You think they aren't pretty enough, that they aren't good enough for you?" Song Tao asked with an amused smile, finding Li Mu Yang's expression rather entertaining.
"No, no. They're both very pretty. They're good enough for me, too." Li Mu Yang put on a simple, wooden expression and said cautiously, "I heard—I heard—"
"Heard what?"
"I heard the maids by the young lady's side would all marry alongside her in the future. Whoever the young lady marries, the maids would also—also marry." Li Mu Yang shook his head desperately, looking like an honest man who had never entertained any improper thoughts and insisting that such a thing could never happen. "If you gave a maid to me, what would happen to the young lady?"
"You..." Song Tao looked at Li Mu Yang's cautious face and nearly punched him.
Indeed, this was the custom in Tiandu. The personal maids beside a young