Hu Xiaotian found that Yang Yingqiong really was quite pretty. Though she was no peerless beauty, she was the sort who caught the eye at first glance, sunny and lively, poised and gracious. Apparently, she was quite skilled in martial arts, too. He secretly gave Chang Fanqi a meaningful look, and Chang Fanqi hung his large head in embarrassment.
At last, Chang Fanqi found a moment when no one was paying attention. He quietly edged over to Hu Xiaotian and whispered, "I appreciate your good intentions, but you can't force this sort of thing."
Hu Xiaotian smiled. "Brother Chang, I'm not trying to do anything for you. It's just that I gave your mother my word. A gentleman's word is like a swift horse driven by a single crack of the whip-there's no taking it back. Surely you wouldn't have me lie to an old lady?"
Chang Fanqi was struck speechless. When you're under someone else's eaves, how can you refuse to bow your head? Let him arrange whatever he likes. Whether I agree in the end is still up to me.
After chatting with Yang Yingqiong for a while, Madam Chang was already beaming, delighted by the girl's cheerfulness and openhearted nature. Before Hu Xiaotian had even brought up the matter, she secretly called him aside and asked in a low voice, "I think Miss Yang is quite a fine girl. Xiaotian, could you ask whether she's already betrothed?"
Hu Xiaotian smiled. "Auntie, you don't even know what she looks like."
The Old Madam told him conspiratorially, "I've already asked. She's very pretty—Miss Visa told me so. Pretty, good-tempered, and from a good family. Xiaotian, hurry and ask her for me." Obsessed with finding a daughter-in-law, the Old Madam's face was full of impatience.
Hu Xiaotian leaned close to