"How many people in all of Wuan Commandery could be called He Bancheng?" The matchmaker rolled her eyes dramatically at Madam Yu, then smiled at Mi Jiangxue.
"Madam Ye, you don't know this, but Young Lady He is not only as beautiful as a flower and lovely as the moon, she is also clever with her hands, proficient in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting, learned and well-mannered. Throughout Wuan Commandery City, the people coming to ask for her hand have lined up for three miles."
At this point, the matchmaker stepped closer and whispered mysteriously to Mi Jiangxue, "Madam Ye, Master He said that if this marriage goes through, half his estate will accompany his daughter as her dowry."
Mi Jiangxue was already dumbstruck. Even Ye Tiancheng, who had just stepped outside, was given a fright by those words. He Bancheng of Wuan Commandery City was no empty boast. His businesses spread throughout Wuan Commandery and beyond; it was said that his wealth could buy half of Wuan Commandery.
How much would half of He Bancheng's fortune amount to?
Yet a wry smile surfaced at the corner of Ye Zhen's mouth. He had basically understood the whole story.
The matchmaker's words were rather cutting as well. After praising Young Lady He, she immediately began driving Madam Yu away. "Hurry up and go, hurry up! How could you possibly reach high enough to marry into Madam Ye's family? Go on, go on!"
Madam Yu, who had already been unable to save face, no longer cared about appearances. "You think that just because a sharp-tongued matchmaker like you says He Bancheng has come to propose marriage, it means He Bancheng has really come to propose?
"Who knows whether you are joining hands to put on a fake show? Would He Bancheng really