Chapter 117: Chapter 97: Qiu Yan’s Sorrows (Part 3)

“You really are quite bold, everyone else is afraid to come find me, yet you suddenly run over to me like this?”

What is meant by seeing true feelings in times of trouble, although Mrs. Qiu did not come herself, she never stopped Qiu Yan from coming to the manor to see her.

“What is there to be afraid of? You’re not going to eat me.” Qiu Yan said, “I, Qiu Yan, walk justly and sit righteously. There’s nothing to be afraid of. Anyone who wants to play with me can do so; those who don’t, that’s fine too.”

“My reputation isn’t very good; it might even affect your marriage prospects.”

A woman who was abandoned, yet dared to implicate her ex-husband, causing everyone in the Capital, including the Xiao family, to avoid her, but Qiu Yan was not afraid.

“Actually, I came to see you because of my marriage prospects.” Qiu Yan’s face was full of worry, “Sister Chunyu, does every girl have to marry when she grows up?”

Xiao Chunyu was taken aback: It seems there isn’t a single girl who doesn’t marry.

It’s just that some marry well, others do not.

Marrying is truly a gamble.

“Tell me, what’s going on?”

“My mother wants me to marry into my second aunt’s family, to marry my cousin Chen Hai.”

Chunyu looked at her and thought a marriage between cousins has the benefit of knowing each other’s backgrounds.

“What do you think?”

“I see cousin Chen Hai as I would a brother. Although he treats me well, I’ve really never thought of spending my life with him.”

Not even a little bit.

“I told my mother I didn’t want to, and she scolded me, saying cousin Chen Hai already has the scholar’s title, and with my uncle’s support, his future is certainly bright.”

“I don’t worry about food or clothing, so what does his future have to do with me?” Qiu Yan disliked it greatly, “Just like father, who is busy with work all day, leaving early and returning late, while mother handles the household, managing everyone. This is not the kind of life I want.”

Chunyu looked at Qiu Yan; how nice it is to be young, to have one’s own choices and thoughts.

“Sister Chunyu, I really don’t want to marry cousin Chen Hai. What should I do?”

“Then don’t marry him.”

Chunyu regretted saying this as soon as she had spoken, knowing Mrs. Qiu would surely come looking for her to settle accounts for disrupting this marriage proposal.

“Really, can I really choose not to marry?”

“You and our Nuannuan are the same age, still young, there’s no rush.”

“My mother is in a hurry.” Qiu Yan was pained, “After much careful selection, she chose cousin Chen Hai, and I’m not grateful. She will be angry.”

“Compared to her anger, your happiness is more important.” Chunyu advised, “Of course, more often than not marrying is about listening to your parents. Parental command and matchmaking words—perhaps parents see further than we do.”

“If the marriage is approved by the parents, it’s usually blessed and turns out well.” Chunyu added, “If the parents do not approve, then there is certainly a problem with it.”

Chunyu herself is a cautionary tale; her grandfather did not approve of the Wu family.

Yet back then, she was foolishly determined to marry the person she had chosen.

After much searching and choosing, she ended up picking a lamp without oil. She chose the path herself and now crawls along it in misery, unable to share any of her suffering with her family, having swallowed all her tears and hardship.

In matters of marriage, Chunyu could only offer herself as a warning.

The best she could do was share her experience with Qiu Yan.

Young girls always have all sorts of ideas—seeing Qiu Yan so naively gregarious, Chunyu mused once more: Every pampered girl by her parents can afford to be willful.

Qiu Yan came this time merely to complain, to vent inner dissatisfaction.

Also, to avoid her mother’s nagging; regardless of what Chunyu said, she was determined to stay.

To enjoy some peace here.

Chunyu worried Mrs. Qiu would show up.

“If you don’t want to marry cousin Chen Hai, what type of gentleman are you looking for?”

Could it be the young girl has a knot in her heart, holding thoughts of someone?

“You can completely talk to Mrs. Qiu about it, right?”

“I don’t know either; I just don’t like them. We can be siblings, or good friends, but just not a couple…”

Contemplating spending a lifetime with him made Qiu Yan deeply anxious.

“Then you could think it over carefully; decide whether you want to marry a scholar or a warrior, whether you prefer handsome or strong…”

Chunyu was straightforward, “However, regardless of your choice, you must observe how his family is, whether the backyard is peaceful—this is genuinely important.”

It was precisely her torment.

“It’s so frustrating, I don’t even want to get married.” Qiu Yan wailed, “Why do I have to grow up? Why do I have to marry?”

Chunyu laughed inwardly as she watched Qiu Yan scream.

Indeed, a girl must marry when she grows up.

Qiu Yan has Mrs. Qiu handling matters, selecting well-match offspring from significant families.

Whereas her sister, Chun Nuan, was turned down by the Zhaang family, in that remote corner of Shu City; who knows what sort of family she’ll end up with there?

Thinking about Chun Nuan’s cleverness, Chunyu only hopes whoever she marries will cherish, love, and pamper her.

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