Xie Wanqing was certainly not jealous of her brother.
She was glad that her brother's lifelong commitment was settled.
But during her pregnancy, her emotions were all over the place, nearly driving Lu Ziyuan to exhaustion.
She was not allowed to leave the palace.
After finally seeing her mother, she couldn't help but speak sourly.
Upon hearing Mrs. Zheng's words, she immediately said, "Is the wedding also scheduled within a month? Isn't it a bit rushed?"
"What's so rushed about that," Mrs. Zheng was unconcerned, "You're four years younger than your brother, and Ran'er is already older. He still doesn't have a wife, there's no time to leisurely go through the six rites."
If they followed protocol and took their time, finishing the six rites could take at least one or two years.
That would mean she'd have to wait a couple more years to hold her grandson.
Thinking it over, Xie Wanqing realized it made sense.
