Lun Yiyi suddenly stood up, her delicate eyebrows furrowing sharply: "Who?"
The Second Madam shrugged her shoulders: "That, I wouldn't know. After all, I'm just a concubine; the Master doesn't share many things with me. Perhaps Miss should go ask him directly!"
Lun Yiyi, though arrogant, wasn't completely foolish.
After thinking it over briefly, she immediately connected the topic to Xia Chuyue's potential marriage candidate—it was most likely Liu Mianmian.
Her eyelids twitched uncontrollably, her fists clenched tightly, and ultimately, with a loud crash, she swept everything on the table to the floor.
Crash! Crack! The fine teacups shattered into countless pieces.
The Second Madam winced in pain—this tea set cost several taels of silver!
The Master's plan was well-thought-out: marrying the eldest daughter to that so-called Thousand Household Commander. But how could anyone be certain that the Commander's meager salary and family assets could support her?
