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Fu Zhiwen thought for a moment. Just now, there were several ladies from prominent families resting here, but there wasn't one he recognized. He couldn't help but shake his head, "I don't know."
"Old Lady Chang," Mother Mo looked at Fu Zhiwen with a strange expression. "Didn't you run into Miss Chang by the pond just now?"
There was only one path to the pond, and she had seen Miss Chang returning from there with her own eyes.
Miss Chang?
The daughter of Chang Baining who was frail and often ill?
Fu Zhiwen frowned, "No."
"No?" Mother Mo was skeptical. "The lady in purple wearing a veil hat, accompanied by a maid, you didn't see her?"
While resting just now, she had a brief conversation with a few of those distinguished ladies and learned that one of them was the wife of Official Chang from the Hanlin Academy.
She recalled her son and daughter-in-law mentioning that Official Chang intended to marry his daughter to Zhiwen, but he had refused.
