Song Yunzhao received a letter from Xie Linlang just before the Mid-Autumn Festival. The Eldest Madam had brought it to her during a visit to the palace.
The Eldest Madam looked at Song Yunzhao and said, "The wedding date has been set for the sixth day of the ninth month. By then, your father will have returned to the capital as well."
Hearing this, Song Yunzhao sneered. "They're setting the date so hastily. Just how desperate is Song Qinghan to get married?"
Desperate to get married?
The Eldest Madam thought it was an apt phrase and said, "We can't stop her, so just let her be. I've already explained the situation at the Marquis Wuxin Mansion to her in detail. Since she's insistent on jumping into that fire, she'll have to bear the consequences, good or bad."
Song Yunzhao couldn't care less whether Song Qinghan's life turned out well or not. Knowing the matter was settled, she dropped it and turned to ask about the Eldest Master. "How is Eldest Uncle faring at his post?"
