The eldest miss was staring blankly at her mother, seemingly asking if her mother had misspoken.
"You heard it right, let him marry into our family and become your spouse," the lady confirmed.
"Mother, what is so exceptional about Zheng Fa? Is it just because Zhang praised his talent in the talismanic Dao?" The eldest miss was full of incomprehension in her tone.
More than the fact her mother wanted her to marry, she couldn't understand why her mother placed such high importance on Zheng Fa.
The difference between her son-in-law and the son-in-law of the Zhao Family's cadet branch was like that between heaven and earth.
She wasn't just the legitimate daughter of the Zhao Mansion; more importantly, she was already an Inner Sect Disciple of the Qingmu Sect, a Foundation Establishment cultivator.
The lady sighed, "Too fast."
"Too fast?"
"The first time I heard the name Zheng Fa, he was a fatherless peasant, I couldn't even remember who he was," the lady recalled.
