Jiang Ruobai pondered, "About this matter... we should ask for our daughter's opinion."
"I think so too. Last time, she didn't want to marry the Prince of Yu, but you insisted that she participate in the selection, and as a result, she suffered so much."
"It was my mistake." Jiang Ruobai patted her hand and sighed.
He thought he was giving the best to his daughter, but he didn't realize that it was only what he thought was best.
It wasn't what his daughter truly wanted.
So this time, he decided to let Jiang Ning make her own decision.
The couple went to Jiang Ning's courtyard, each holding a grandson, and looked at the bracelet on Jiang Ning's wrist. They exchanged glances with each other.
In the end, it was Jiang Ruobai who coughed lightly and spoke, "Seventh Sister, your mother has told me about Wenren Zong's proposal."
Jiang Ning looked over, "What does Father think?"