The Empress Dowager picked up the teacup on the table and gently swept the floating leaves on the surface with the cup in her hand.
Pei Chengye was determined to choose a powerful and influential family to rely on, but the families he had initially deemed favorable were now indifferent toward him, obviously not willing to marry their daughters to him.
"Does the Second Prince have someone in mind?" The Empress Dowager took a small sip of tea, placed the cup down, and looked up at Pei Chengye, who had a troubled expression on his face.
"To reply to the Imperial Grandmother, currently the Emperor is not focusing on the matter of marriage for his grandson," Pei Chengye thought saying so would curry favor with the Empress Dowager.
But as soon as he finished speaking, the Empress Dowager's face became cold, and she slapped the table with her hand, scolding sharply, "If you were truly considering your father, you would marry a virtuous wife sooner and avoid so many troubles."
