Song Zhiyuan spent the evening with his elderly mother at Chunhui Hall, only slowly making his way back to the main courtyard afterward. On the way, his mind was preoccupied with the marriage of his second daughter.
Song Ci's words echoed in his mind: if they weren't planning to send their daughter into the royal family, they would need to find another suitable match. Since their family leaned towards civil service, it was best not to choose a military family, lest it cause discomfort to those in higher positions.
If avoiding military families, the choice would have to lean towards aristocratic families. Why was that?
If chosen from a poor family, not only would Song Ruqi kick up a fuss, even Madam Song might also end up wailing and weeping.
At the moment, Song Zhiyuan couldn't figure out what kind of family would be suitable for his second daughter, which troubled him greatly.
Never mind, this matter couldn't be rushed, careful selection was necessary.
