Zhao Song wiped his tears after crying and turned his head to see Fu Tinghan, his gaze fixed, a hint of admiration flashing in his eyes.
The young man was as elegant as a jade tree standing tall, evidently a well-bred scion of a noble family.
Zhao Hanzhang raised her tear-stained eyes, suppressing her emotions, and introduced him, "Fifth Uncle, this is Mr. Fu from the Fu Family."
"So it's the son-in-law," Zhao Song was even more satisfied, his eyes filled with unmistakable admiration, "The filial piety and kindness of the son-in-law, our Zhao Family will remember at heart and dare not forget."
Fu Tinghan quickly said that it was his duty to do this.
Zhao Song, reluctant to part, moved to the main hall with Zhao Hanzhang to talk, "I've heard from Uncle Cheng. Your marriage with Mr. Fu should have taken place after seven days, but it coincided with the chaos in Luoyang. Now, although in the mourning period of March, the marriage can still be arranged."
