Xue Ziwen's old residence.
It had nearly been emptied yesterday.
Yet today, ten full cartloads of return gifts from the Xue Estate had been delivered back.
From their initial panic to beaming with joy, then to bustling about in a frenzy, Xue Ziwen and Xiang Zimei had no mind for anything else. They only wanted to properly store the Xue Estate's return gifts in their home.
Unfortunately, there were simply too many good things, and they had no idea where to put them all. In the end, they had to ask the Xue Estate's steward for help.
Before leaving, the Xue Estate's steward sought out Xiang Zimei, asked for Xiang Zizai's birth date and eight characters, then spoke with her privately for quite some time. Xiang Zimei's face bloomed with smiles, and she patted her chest, declaring that she would take care of everything.
Watching from afar, Xiang Zizai had an ominous premonition.
That afternoon, Xiang Zimei and Xue Ziwen left home and returned before sunset.
With a smile, Xiang Zimei took her younger brother's hand and said, "Zizai, you've roamed north and south all these years and never truly settled down. Build a family and establish a career—build a family before establishing a career. How can you establish a career without first starting a family? An elder sister is like a mother, so your mother here has arranged a marriage for you. The betrothal letter has already been sent. Next, we need to prepare the bride price."
"Huh?" Xiang Zizai stared wide-eyed. It took him quite a while to recover, his face full of irritation.
As if she had not seen her brother's embarrassed anger, Xiang Zimei put away her smile and said unhurriedly, "The bride is Xue Zixin."
The anger on Xiang Zizai's face froze, turning into panic