Locked in?
Min glanced at Jian Ruonan, not quite understanding what "locked in" meant.
But judging by her tone and the context, Jian Chuxue seemed very likely to marry into the Third Prince's household.
In Min's eyes, a prince was no suitable match for any of her daughters.
For a family like theirs, it would be difficult to secure the position of an Imperial Prince's Principal Consort. Especially for Chuxue, whose origins were unclear—even becoming a secondary consort would be a struggle.
To put it bluntly, a secondary consort was a concubine. Being a concubine to royalty hardly made her much nobler; she would still have to tread carefully at every turn and watch everyone's expressions.
It would be better to marry into an ordinary family as the principal wife. At least her life and death would be in her own hands.
Although Jian Chuxue was not Min's biological daughter, and Min had no desire to grow close to her now, as her legal mother, she was responsible for arranging her marriage.
She would ask what Chuxue wanted afterward. Ideally, the girl had no intention of marrying into the imperial family.
After finishing her performance, Jian Chuxue returned to Shi-shi's side and lifted her eyes to glance toward Min.
Her gaze held a trace of smugness and mockery.
With her abilities, she could marry well even without Min.
Her wealth of knowledge ranged from making her own rouge to crafting her own flintlocks, and she could even invent movable type printing. Whoever married her would be picking up a treasure.
Someone of her outstanding caliber could never remain buried.
Min had chosen Jian Ruonan. She had better not regret it later.
Jian Ruonan ate pastries and admired the scenery, utterly unconcerned with Jian Chuxue's thoughts.
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