"Sister-in-law, do you look down on my nephew?"
"I didn't mean that."
Mrs. Song looked at Yang Pianzhi, thought for a while and said, "The mother's family of the three siblings can be considered a prominent family in Jiangnan. I just wonder why your nephew never married again?"
Yang Pianzhi saw that although there was curiosity in her words, there was no mockery in her words, so she replied casually: "My eldest brother and sister-in-law have all passed away, and there is no one to help him with his marriage. And my nephew is an honest man with a good temperament." She was dull and only focused on her family business, so she was unable to remarry."
"Now that he has come to Shangjing, the clan also intends for me to marry him."
As he spoke, Yang Pianzhi frowned slightly, as if he had thought of something.
She cleared her throat and smiled: "My nephew is handsome and has a stable temperament. To be honest, my short-lived brother and sister-in-law have passed away long ago. If someone marries someone else, he will be the first to take over the head of the family." The one who calls the shots.”
"If that girl were smarter, it would be easy to handle my nephew."
"More importantly, my nephew has lived in Jiangnan for a long time..."
Glancing at Mrs. Song, Yang Pianzhi snorted and smiled: "Jiangnan is far away from Shangjing. It's hard for him to come back easily."
Mrs. Song pursed her lips when she heard this: "This person is really good. As an aunt, you should be more helpful and considerate."
After saying that, Mrs. Song said a few words and then left with a faint smile.
Seeing her leaving, Yang Pianzhi spat: "What the hell, do you think she wants to be a matchmaker for my nephew?"
Thinking that there was a ready candidate in the house, Yang Pianzhi rolled his eyes and his mind immediately became active.
Her nephew was indeed good. If Song Wan hadn't been tall and had Concubine Yun holding him in the palm of his hand, such a ruined flower would not have caught her eye, and he was not worthy of his nephew.
The Baifu embroidered silver jacket that Song Wan was wearing that day flashed before her eyes. She smiled and went to find her nephew with joy.
Song Wan has a lot of good things in his hands, but don't take advantage of outsiders.
Yang Pianzhi twisted her waist and walked out. Yang Pianzhi was so happy that her whole body was full of joy, and her waist was much straighter than before.
After returning to the third room, the maid next to Yang Pianzhi asked: "Why is the third lady so happy today?"
She took off the golden hairpin that was hanging on her head and causing pain in her neck, and pointed in the direction of the main room with a smile: "That one has evil intentions and wants to send away the big Buddha that brought the first son back to the house, but I think it's not good to take the initiative on my own. When I opened my mouth, the bait was thrown in front of me."
"You mean Sister Wan?"
"That's not it."
The maid asked: "Then, will you bite this bait, madam, or not?"
Yang Pianzhi raised her eyebrows, and her eyes were filled with joy: "Since all the pies falling from the sky have fallen on my head, of course I have to bite it. But she just wants me to take the initiative. She will push the boat along and pick it up by then." Just pull it out and wipe it clean. I just want a bad reputation, so there's nothing I dare not do."
"Sister Qi Wan is smart. If my nephew gets a big advantage, if not, she won't blame me, the aunt who lives across the room."
"Then do you need to tell Mr. Yang Liu about this?"
"If you don't agree with him, he's too stupid to agree."
After saying that, Yang Pianzhi began to think carefully about how to proceed with this matter.
However, Qianqian let it out, and Mrs. Song ignored the matter. She was anxious about Song Yao and the prince, so how could she think about finding a good family for Song Wan?
Moreover, Song Wan's identity was so embarrassing. If someone who knew her well actually mentioned her marriage, they might be misunderstood as someone who came to humiliate the man.
Yang Pianzhi's nephew is a widower. Song Wan is more than suitable for him, and he will not have much to choose from.
"Madam, aren't you afraid that the third lady won't take the bait?"
"Hmph, how could she not take the bait with her shallow eyes? Qi Wan'er is the eldest daughter of Pingzhang Government. Who is her nephew? Just wait and see, she will definitely do something within three days. .”
The dowry beside Mrs. Song nodded and carefully mentioned that Song Yao and Song Nian were learning the rules from the nuns in the palace.
After three or five days, the concierge of the mansion came to report that Yang Pianzhi's nephew came to visit his aunt today, and Mrs. Song knew that the opportunity had come.
"I'm afraid it will snow in a few days. Today, you will find all three ladies. I will take them to the warehouse in the mansion to select a copper lady and make a big cloak."
The mother-in-law beside Mrs. Song responded and walked out with a smile.
Song Wan was studying in the house when he received the message from the maid in the mansion. He responded calmly after hearing the message.
"Miss, I will help you light the stove."
Heng Zhi entered the room, put red charcoal into the brass stove, and carefully put a soft leather bag with thick quilting on the outside and handed it to Song Wan.
Heng Wu helped Song Wan put on his coat. When he was about to change his clothes, he heard Song Wan say, "Let Jin Shu come with me."
Holding the heater in his hand, Song Wan and Heng Zhijinshu went to Mrs. Song's yard.
"A few days ago, I received some ermine skins from my womb. They were of the same color and were of excellent quality. Neither your father nor I liked them, so we thought of making a ermine leather vest for your sisters."
Mrs. Song looked at Sister Song Wan and said with a smile: "It's just that the palace used to make less of these vests. I don't know the size of you sisters now, so we can measure them together today."
"In addition, Yao'er and Nian'er seem to be a little taller, and the cloaks in the room must have been changed as well."
Concubine Yun gave Song Wan a lot of fur cloaks. Song Wan had no shortage of these things, but Song Yao and Song Nian rarely got one or two. Song Wan had no objection after hearing this and just followed Mrs. Song quietly towards the embroidery room.
After leaving the courtyard of the main house, Mrs. Song suddenly said when she walked near the hanging flower gate: "Since we have already made ermine leather vests, why not make each of you sisters a brocade embroidered coat with lotus flowers?"
"The Chinese New Year is just around the corner. Huanhua Brocade is festive and rich, suitable for your age."
Mrs. Song smiled and said to Song Yaosong: "You two and Yun Jin go to get the piece of Huanhua Jin from the warehouse. Be careful on the way and don't break the silk."
Seeing Song Yao and Song Nian leaving, Song Wan's eyelids drooped slightly and he stood aside waiting.
Seeing this, Mrs. Song said warmly: "Wan'er, is it cold? I'll give you my mother's hand stove."
"Thank you, mother, for caring. It's not cold to support my son."
Song Wan turned his head and glanced at Jin Shu, who took a step forward and stood behind her.
A few people were waiting quietly when Sanxi suddenly walked in outside the Chuihua Gate. The leader among them was Yang Pianzhi, and behind him was a middle-aged man in his mid-twenties.
As soon as the man saw the crowd, he stopped in a hurry and wanted to retreat outside the Chuihua Gate, but was blocked by Yang Pianzhi's mother-in-law behind him.
He staggered and stumbled a few steps before standing up.
Yang Pianzhi smiled and greeted Mrs. Song and Song Wan as if she didn't know that her foreign husband had bumped into the female family members of the house.
"Sister-in-law, what are you doing? Taking Wan'er to enjoy the scenery?"
