"Unlike you, husband, I don't devote all my thoughts to the Xu Household's grand undertaking. Naturally, I've been keeping an eye out for quite some time."
Xu Mingwei laughed and reached out to tap her delicate nose. "Your husband is the head of the Xu Household. If I don't plan for its future, am I supposed to leave Xueji and Yunnu to manage things?"
"I was only joking," Yang Ronghua hurriedly apologized.
"Do you think I couldn't tell?" The corners of Xu Mingwei's mouth lifted. "Enough teasing. Tell me, which families' daughters have caught your eye? I'll have Zhao'er make some time another day to meet each of them."
"How could an ordinary sheltered young lady be worthy of our Zhao'er? Don't we already have a suitable girl right here at home?"
Xu Mingwei understood at once and mused, "Qingyi is a fine girl. Since she began cultivating, her bearing has grown increasingly outstanding as her cultivation deepened."
"Isn't she? Although I haven't met her many times, I'm genuinely fond of that quiet, gentle female Immortal Master on the mountain." Yang Ronghua's eyes shone. "I occasionally hear Zhao'er mention her, too."
"I'm just not certain whether Zhao'er has feelings for her. Besides, Wu Tao has cultivated alongside Qingyi on the mountain for over ten years. As they say, affection grows with time."
Affection grows with time?
Oh, she probably didn't mean it the same way Father did.
"That is indeed a concern." Xu Mingwei rubbed his chin. "If those two truly have feelings for each other, our Xu Household certainly couldn't bring itself to break them apart."
"Yes, that's what worries me, too."
"How about this? I'll ask Father what he thinks first and see whether he has any plans for Zhao'er's marriage. Then we can discuss Zhao'er and Qingyi."