Chapter 1732 – Cultivation Series
Jiang Pengji chuckled, “Why the sudden question?”
Yang Si whispered, “I beg you to put it on the agenda soon…”
“Longing for the Young Master so much?”
Yang Si considered carefully, “As for offspring, that’s technically a matter for the Lord’s family, it’s not proper for a subject to speak too much.”
Jiang Pengji couldn’t help but roll her eyes at Yang Si.
Isn’t it a bit much to chatter about family matters when you know it’s none of your business?
Yang Si quickly shifted gears.
“However… Nong Qin is always thinking of the Lord, openly expressing that the Lord hasn’t settled down yet, how could she take the lead?”
Jiang Pengji: “…”
So, if Yang Si is still single, it’s somehow her fault?
Yang Si: “QAQ”
Doesn’t the Lord have any self-awareness about whose fault it really is?
Fortunately, the person in question is a woman; if it were a man, Yang Si would really worry if these subjects can ever find a partner, and after finding one, whether their heads would be turned green. The charm of their Lord is simply too great, practically irresistible to both genders, leaving Yang Si green with envy.
Others urge for offspring to serve the Young Master, but he’s urging for offspring just to find a partner.
“Ahem! Let’s talk about this later—”
Yang Si’s gaze turned melancholic.
We’re all adults here, and the phrase “let’s talk later” carries quite the subtext.
Yang Si knew this matter would bear no fruit for now, so he had to give up and seek help from Wei Ci through a roundabout way.
Too bad Wei Ci was also a slippery old fox; they were like a crafty rabbit with three burrows — not so easy to catch!
Meanwhile, Jiang Nongqin received news from Yang Si about a betrothal for her daughter, and upon reading the letter, her brows knitted, and her lips pressed into a straight line, seemingly suppressing her fury. Right now, she seriously considered dismembering Yang Si!
If she weren’t in such a predicament, she might have just charged over solo.
“Yang Tao…”
After cooling her temper, Jiang Nongqin carefully pondered the contents of the letter. To be fair, Yang Si indeed had a good eye for matches; Yang Tao had once been a noble, and his ancestry carried weight. By today’s standards, this betrothal was quite a catch for her daughter.
People of this era don’t value free love; arranged marriages dictated by parents and matchmakers are the norm, along with the importance of matching social standings. Yang Tao’s son was still young, so his potential was yet to be determined, but just looking at the parents—Yang Tao and Yan Shuyao—both were exceptional, so their child couldn’t be too shabby either.
In contrast, her own daughter’s background was indeed a significant step down, making it hard for her to find such a good match in the future.
“Ah Liang—”
Just as Jiang Nongqin tucked the letter away, she heard her daughter’s cute little voice calling.
She stood up and walked out of the study, following the sound to see her little three-headed daughter waddling towards her. The sparse, soft short hair tied into three little bunches made that rosy round face even more comical and adorable.
Behind her daughter trailed a personal maidservant and a wet nurse, both looking ready to assist but hesitant, hands poised to catch this precious little bundle. Jiang Nongqin’s cool demeanor melted like snow in the sun upon seeing her child.
“Ah Liang!”
The chubby little dumpling exhaustedly made her way to her feet, arms outstretched to hug her legs.
This distance was still too challenging for her, and with the cold wind blowing outside, her plump cheeks glowed with rosy hues.
Jiang Nongqin lifted the dumpling, clearly smelling the sweet milk scent from her.
“Ah Liang!!”
Seeing her mother ignore her, the dumpling persisted in calling, attempting to get a response. Perhaps due to being from a martial family, this child had been stronger than her peers since birth, learning to walk quickly, and now could do so steadily and speak early as well.
Although her pronunciation was unclear, this kid was quite the chatterbox, seizing every opportunity to gurgle on and on.
This trait—
Perhaps she inherited it from her father.
Jiang Nongqin easily weighed the child in her arms; the chubby weight brought her immense joy.
The wet nurse anxiously chimed in, “Lady, the Eldest Lady insisted on coming out; none of us could stop her…”
Jiang Nongqin was very open-minded about it; children of martial families are tough-skinned and don’t need that much fuss, “Since it’s chilly today, she should wear more layers. If she wants to go outside, let her wander around, just remember to keep her warm and away from dangerous places.”
The wet nurse and the others had indeed bundled her up carefully, so there was no worry of her getting cold.
“Ah Liang!!!”
The dumpling, dissatisfied, placed her hands on both sides of Jiang Nongqin’s face, seeming to demand that her mother turn to face her.
She was calling for her mother; how could her mother ignore her?
Jiang Nongqin chuckled, “I’m here, such a big temper; what will you do in the future…”
She playfully patted her daughter’s fuller backside, smiling as she brought her into the house.
The dumpling curiously looked around, and as soon as Jiang Nongqin set her down, she began to run about with her little legs.
“Come here, to your mother!”
The dumpling obeyed, but she had wandered too far. So, finding it too tedious to run, she simply rolled over. Bundled up as she was, she resembled a little ball, rolling all the way to Jiang Nongqin’s feet, giggling incessantly.
“Your father found a match for you.”
The dumpling tilted her head, looking adorably puzzled, and repeated, “Father?”
Jiang Nongqin replied, “Yes, your not-so-reliable father has unilaterally arranged a betrothal for you.”
The dumpling didn’t quite understand but couldn’t help but smile at the mention of “Father,” looking left and right as if searching for him.
Jiang Nongqin asked, “Are you happy about this marriage?”
The dumpling looked up at her in confusion.
“Most men are pretty much the same, it all depends on how they’re raised later.” Jiang Nongqin mused while fiddling with her daughter’s little hair, “I’ve heard Yang Tao is indeed a rare handsome man; I’m unsure about his wife’s appearance, but she’s a Yan, the sister of Yan Lin, so her looks can’t be that bad… With a son from this couple, there’s no doubt he’d be well-rounded in looks, and upbringing? That’s reassuring… not too shabby…”
As her mother rambled on, the dumpling sat on the mat, absorbed in playing with a decorative piece hanging from Jiang Nongqin’s waist.
Seizing the opportunity when no one was looking, she leaned in closer and licked it with her tongue.
“Pfft—”
The dumpling stuck out her tongue, her little face full of disdain.
Just as she was showing her displeasure, her mother playfully curled a finger and gently tickled her soft chin.
“Rather than choosing some mystery man, wouldn’t it be better to raise someone whose background you know? What do you think?”
With her anger subsided, Jiang Nongqin’s mind began to race, and the more she thought, the better a match it seemed to be.
Having the child reach maturity before discussing marriage often results in blind unions, relying entirely on investigations and what the matchmaker says.
So, why not pick someone good from childhood, someone well-known?
Making her decision, Jiang Nongqin immediately wrote a reply to Yang Si.
Yang Si read the letter, and suddenly found himself filled with mixed emotions.
He didn’t know whether to pity himself for losing his little girl or to feel sorry for the oblivious Yang Tao…
